Three Years of Metamorphocity
Three years ago I was in a state of transformation.
My heart was on the mend and I was eager to try out my new independent-woman-in-the-city grown-up wings. They were barely dry, but they were beautiful. I wanted to see how they worked in my new life.
And so I did.
I dodged being drafted to a naked volleyball team.
And then I climbed back out of it, bedraggled, bewildered and shivering from that special kind of cold that comes from being discarded without grace or compassion by someone who has won your heart.
I took candy from strangers.
I documented the unfortunate life of a lovingly crafted, hilariously disturbing voodoo doll.
I marched in the Pride Parade.
I learned to shuck oysters!
Every day, this weird and wonderful city became more my home. And through it all I wrote.
I wrote when I was charmed and delighted by the city around me. I wrote my love, my curiosity, my anger, my humiliation. I wrote to grieve and to heal, to provoke, to entertain, to share and to learn. Sometimes I wrote just to make more space in my brain.
And finally I realized, I was writing because, no matter what I do during my 9-5, I’m a writer.
This city has changed me. It has made me bolder, and braver. It has given me friends I would never have known and now can’t imagine my life without.
This blog has changed me too. It has helped me get to know myself and introduced me to some amazing people. It has opened doors I would never have imagined three years ago. I’ve learned so much here in this wee cocoon of internet space.
Thank you so much for stopping by from time to time and being a part of the ride.