The second part of
Moving from Manhattan to North Myrtle Beach
will be posted next week. It’s been one of the most difficult things I have ever written. Difficult in ways writing has never been for me before. I’m not very good at talking about what I don’t like in other people; I’m very used to trashing me.
As I get older I realize the truth in “life’s too short to waste__” (Pick anyone of several hundred things.) I won’t leave you in suspense—not that I assume you are—life’s good, very good.
But it took me a long time to realize I accomplished something many people dream about–I moved to the beach completely on my own and made a life for myself.
The following is a long overdue new “About Me”
Seven years ago come March, 2015 I put my Upper West Side of Manhattan apartment on the market and set out on a journey to change my life.
I closed on my apartment in October 2008 and went to stay in a townhouse in a small ocean city near Myrtle Beach, SC.
I constantly walked past an ordinary house four blocks from the ocean. The second floor deck called to me. So did something else. I wasn’t sure I wanted to live in South Carolina or this house yet I found myself bidding on it.
I closed and the recession and true housing mess came crashing down on all of us.
Life as I had known it was never to be the same.
The adjustment was messy. While the house had called to me, I couldn’t stand it. Renovating it gave me the chance to make it mine and yes understand me better and differently. I didn’t say I did the actual renovating. That would have been–well somebody would have died and it probably would have been me. I like living too much.
I went through groups of friends before I found people I truly liked. And realized though I had gone away to college, spent summers in Mexico, lived in Israel and traveled in Europe on my own this was the first time I actively pursued friends. That was a revelation.
I plan on exploring the move in my blog (part 500–it’s 10 and a half years old come February. The memoir I’m writing is about my life up to age 40 or thereabouts.
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