After spending the first 14 months of the pandemic in Florida and
Georgia, I moved back to NYC in May of 2021. Why? Still not really sure.
I have been in and out of the city since 2016 and was feeling the pull again;
NYC has a tendency to draw you in once you’ve spent time there. And I was ready
to be around more people. Who knows how long I’ll be here this time.
Depression struck after I moved up, but that story is one that’s better told in
its own post (I’m okay now). It’s why I don’t really have any pictures from the
Summer and only a couple in NYC.
I went to Georgia for Thanksgiving, to hang out with the fam and camp. Then I
took two weeks off at the end of December. That time off was the most
restorative experience I’d had in a while. I had a very strong creative
resurgence as I was coming out of my depression in October; taking time off only
pronounced that. I began editing travel videos from my Year Off
and I started playing music again. Not to spoil 2022 but so far it has
been a deeply satisfying year of making things.
Okay one is from 2019 but it was almost 2020 and it’s where my 2020 began
so it counts.
Every sunset is different. But occasionally a sunset stands out. Sometimes a
sunset changes from minute to minute. Other times it
continues long after dusk. One thing remains consistent: the sun will
always rise tomorrow.
I spent a lot of time with my parents' dog, Denali, in 2020.
Denali is an 8 year old Vizsla. He still has a lot of puppy energy. He loves to
run, sleep in, and paddle board.
One of the most useful lessons I learned on my year off was to live
presently; no matter what is going on, to be mindful of what I am feeling and to
listen to what those feelings are telling me. That skill was valuable throughout
2020 as I had to deal with lockdown and the nonstop stream of unfortunate news.
The entire year felt like my anxiety and depression Super Bowl. I’ve been
learning how to manage, learning how to sit with my feelings, learning how to be
alone and okay.
That doesn’t mean it wasn’t difficult. Just look at what I let happen to my
facial hair. But I took time to enjoy the small things and even
learned some new things. And hopefully 2021 will bring slivers
of hope and progress.
At the end of our week in Moab it was time to pack up and head back to Florida.
Our first stop was Denver, to drop John off at the airport so he could fly home.
I spent the next few days driving back, stopping in Missouri, Tennessee, and
On day four in Moab I drove into Arches National Park. I didn’t hike any of the
long trails but I stopped by as many arches as I could.
In the Spring of 2018 I visited Storm King Art Center with some friends.
Day three in Moab was spent on another road trip. I drove up to Sego
Canyon, which is in the tiny town of Thompson, Utah. Then back to Moab to
climb up to Courthouse Wash. Each site contains Rock Art dating back
thousands of years. The pictures are a site to see, and you can’t help but
wonder what story or message the artists were trying to convey.
The Summer of 2019 was one for the books. It was the end of my year off
and I spent it exactly how I wanted to: with my friends and family. I did a lot
of reflecting on what I learned over what ended up being 15 months of not
working. I made the decision to go back to work at The New York Times. And I set
the aim for the next few years of my life - my Early 30s.
It was the perfect ending to a very meaningful chapter in my life.
After exploring down US-191 on my first day in Moab, I took another
road trip. This time I drove up SR-128, which follows the Colorado River as it
winds down from Colorado through valleys and BLM land and passes by Arches
National Park. The whole drive was full of magnificant scenery.
I was first surrounded by towering plateaus 800+ feet high. Then the landscape
opened up as I entered Castle Valley and the road meandered away from the
Colorado River. Towards the north end of the valley the road met back up with
the river and I drove through a few small farms and a winery, eventually making
it to Dewey Suspension Bridge.