Now I'm here.
I grew up in the mountains of Colorado and the big sky, high desert of New Mexico and learned to love wildness in all things. Oddly, I've found myself for the past 8 years in a city which inspires and humbles me much like the wilderness from whence I came.
A certain sector of my friends and family can't believe I'm here (these people are driving my Subaru and skinning up the backcountry on my skis and riding my almost-vintage steel frame road bike while I can not) and yet another sector (the goofy late night BK intelligentsia that keeps me paying such high rent) can't imagine me outside of the city.
I seek it out -- that wildness -- not in careless abandon, but in the everyday. I like the unusual. The quirky. Little moments of the sacred in a good cup of coffee or the odd Latin beat in the East Village. I get it where I can find it.
I used to find it there.
Now I find it here.