|The sun and surf agree with me.|
Brooklyn is beautiful, and it's home, and its 70s, 80s and 90s culture runs through my blood. But I've been feeling a pull toward something else for a very long time, and I think Santo Domingo might be the answer. I used to think I'd be buried in New York. Now, not so much. I want to live out my last writerly days under a Caribbean sun, tending to my fruit trees and herb garden. Strolling through town to say "hello" to my neighbors (yes, ME, saying hello to neighbors. Can you imagine?). Going for a swim in Las Barias on super-hot days. Dozing off to the pulsating bass from the dance hall in the town square.
So consider this my notice. I live here now, but soon (as in within the next 10 to 15 years) I'm packing up all my shit and I'm jumping ship. Brooklyn, I love you, but you've changed so much that I hardly recognize you sometimes. You barely feel like home anymore. You'll always be in my heart, and I may buy some property here just to have an anchor in what used to be home, but I think this is where we part.
*smooches...promising to say goodbye before I leave*
there will be a massive house party somewhere; I promise!