Cacti and prickly pears; organic greek farming. Finally, sacred yoga. Buddha (and enlightenment) in blue + white Cathedrals.
שמיים ומים שקופים. יוונים שנראים כמו לטינים. כוכבים שגלויים לעין ומערכות סולאריות שפשוט לא היו שם לפני…נראה לי. מסעדות עם גינות, כל אחת מהן. טלאים קטנים ושפנים שעומדים בדרך
What a different life we're living on our own time... And man, have we been living! I know that it's been a few weeks since I've made an update—so I'm adding even more from Tel Aviv here first—before moving onto Greece, which we returned from last night.
One thing is for sure: there's nothing like being an observer in this city.
It's like putting on special lenses as you step out to walk the streets, careless and free. Suddenly, everything you witness in this place radiates magic. Despite the sirens and angry cab honks, despite the millions of pairs of legs stressfully stomping bodies back and forth—uptown and downtown, East River to Hudson—despite the hustle of people bumping shoulder to shoulder, there is peace of mind as an observer here. Can you believe it? This is what it's like to be a tourist...and I waited 9 years to finally feel it.
Another thing I waited 9 years to do here?
Compost.
Everything about this project—from the writing to the selling; from the making friends with strangers to the letting go of beloved possessions, to the current result of living in a furniture-less loft with nothing but a blow-up mattress and a turtle...Everything about Leaving Wooster is carried out with a purpose to live with more potency. Because we've made ourselves "lighter", less cramped, and more focused on the life we want to pursue in the right now—not in the five years from now or the ten years from now. The right now.