The Second Half: Cracking my NYC
I believe today, or this week, I clicked into understanding why I’m in NYC NOW. I know I certainly came to be challenged and access more on many fronts, to grow myself further career-wise, and to see first-hand what this “greatest city in the world” is all about. Find I must admit to being distracted by the cushy Dawghouse daygig. Um, is this making me softer and less sharp professionally - which is contrary to what I need, and seek? I believe so. As well, I find myself easily on the side of unhappy with them, rather than happy, overall.
Some of it, I attribute to living under some early designs I came here, to New York City, with. And now, I feel those designs require transcendence, as they limit me, and evidence a contrariness to my Neptune/Sun conjunction, where boundaries may be dissolved easily and long-term plans as for suckers. This is where the dreams can manifest, where the ghostly can travel without bounds, and so on.
As I know NYC is not forever for me, now is the time I say aloud. Too, this feels like the 2nd half of my NYC time since I returned from Goa & London. Manhattan feels very accessible, ripe, and more a big thang vs. a big overwhelming what have you. The world is here, in a sense, so I can be in one place (this fog, if you will) yet have it all nearby. When that clears, I do believe I will go about into the world a lot more creatively, romantically and so on. For now, being deeper here seems so smart and what I need to do in my best, highest good - that I simply must ‘get on the boat’
On the point of falling in love with NYC, or keeping this as my new home city: For me, it feels too taxing, or gruff, to be Home, or even Home-y, though perhaps it is homebase; I sense not between The Relationship and my Career as the U.S. West felt, and feels, more me. NYC was seen as a bridge to betterment for me, and a cool life experience period. Thanks Pete for calling this out at the beginning. This is where media - great media - is made many times, and I’m better fed multiculturalism. So let me Get It On 
I realized this summer (?year) the notion of me as cocktailer, (house music) lounge goer or zipping and zoomiing about New York City - or any one metro - is a facet rather than the gem of me. My time is more about molting and emerging; it’s very little about networking a lot, high consumption of arts, or whatever.
