Good morning from New York City. Ah, it feels so cool to say that. I am thrilled to be home. It’s funny because so many people would say to me when I was in Milan especially, do you miss New York? And my response was always the same. No, I’m loving being here. I’m one of those people that is very much wherever I am in the moment. Yeah I’m not going to lie. That first week I was away, I was like what the hell have I done? I blew my life up. I was completely out of sorts. It took a while to have what I think was perhaps the single most important experience or realization that I had, and that was that I’m able to find my center, find my groundedness, wherever I am. So yeah, I think probably the single most important takeaway for me from this experience was that. It’s something that I experienced over and over again.

Interestingly, as I got to the very end of the five months, I had that pang of I have to get home, and that didn’t feel good. That desperate feeling. I slept on it, and I decided to extend my stay. I’m so glad I did because that frantic feeling of I got to get home became the sweet anticipation and longing for home. I started daydreaming about people I was going to see, things I wanted to do, and it felt good to nip that desperate feeling in the butt because I didn’t want to end my sojourn with that desperate feeling that I have to get home.

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