began in 2010 finally came to fruition. One by one, I edited and published each piece.
Eventually, I had no more material, so I created new. Each week and sometimes daily
I blogged about anything and everything: the far-fetched and silly, the mundane, and the
poignant. No matter what the subject matter, it always involved life inNew York.
This blogging sensation had become a fun pastime, but could I quit my day job to be a
writer? I spent hours of my free time pecking away at my laptop, posting thoughts,
wishes, dreams, and discoveries. Not only did I love blogging, but rambling on the
keyboard was also an escape from the job I hated—and a step closer to the life I wanted.
Last year when I turned 45, I realized that it was finally time to get real despite the
consequences. I’d be taking a chance, but it was now or never. My 20-year background
in the arts, design, food, and fashion, segued seamlessly into my career as a lifestyle
writer. Publishing that first blog post that day on the North Fork of Long Island was
only the beginning.
In June of 2012, I returned to the Long Island Sound, but in Jamesport this time. For five
glorious weeks, I played on the beach with my Labrador Retriever, Bogey, tasted local
wines, grilled to my heart’s content, ate the freshest pies from Briermere Farm, watched
multi-colored sunsets, and most importantly, I wrote. I wrote every day. I returned to
where it started for me in 2010—theNorth Fork.
Although I missed the nonstop energy of the city and the modern conveniences of my life
inManhattan, the Long Island Sound gave me a solace that no other place has ever
given me. I realize that I’ll always treasure this time. I’ll look back and remember my stay
here–the quiet, the calmness, the wildlife outside my door, and more than anything—-the
realization that this city girl can thrive in a far-removed place.
Saying farewell to theNorth Forkon June 30 was reminiscent of those emotional
goodbyes toNew York Citythirty years ago. Each time the Bieber bus exited theLincoln
Tunnel and I gazed at that famous and unforgettable skyline for what always felt like the
last time, my eyes filled with tears and I wondered when I’d return again to such a
magical place. As I stood on the rocky beach with my husband and Bogey overlooking
the Sound on that summer day, in my heart I knew that I’d be back before long. Just
likeNew Yorkwas home, so was theLong IslandSound.
The North Fork of Long Island hasn’t seen the last of me. This is really where my New
Yorklife began; this peaceful spot is where I changed my life’s course. Just one blog
post was all it took, and the rest was history.
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