I went to California to feed my soul and slow down my heart. I needed healing. I sensed eternity caving in around me whilst curled up high in my apartment, the city swallowed me, and I was in impetuous need of escape.

New York is one of the only cities that people talk about having a relationship with. New York is my most passionate affair, and my most painful heartache. I have loved New York since I first met her, and I always return to her.

I would say she always works in my favor, whether that’s through inspirational lessons or painful ones, but this time it was all too much. I was incapable of deep healing within her grasp.

If you understand some numerology, you will understand me when I tell you that I’m currently going through a personal year nine. All the changes are happening inside me so fast, the things not serving me quickly revealing themself. All the causes of my subconscious triggers brought to the surface, and my reactions move towards love. It takes the body seven hours to come back to stasis after a bout of anger, so I choose peace.

Sleeping adjacent to the crashing ocean heals, nature’s perfect sounds. The sun on my skin and the gratitude in my heat — always filling myself up to come home to you, my love, New York.