Leaving New York

I am sad today because it has occured to me that all of my dear friends are leaving New York. I suppose I should be happy because they are moving to the beach and that's just as much fun to visit and a bit more accessible anyhow...but I just can't imagine them in any other context than floating around the big island and wrangling big-ass dreams of theater, music and food.

Someday, I'll leave my 'New York' too and head back to my roots, probably. Maybe be near the parents. Maybe find my own little place on the beach. I miss the Gulf. I miss who I was. Funny. I don't recall being that happy in Alabama. And yet...