move to a new home that is spacious, affordable, suitable for gardening, preferably in a warm climate, where I can make a good income AND homeschool my daughter while still accomplishing all of my goals. Whew!

So I am not actually giving up on this goal, it just has to go in the “do later” pile. My daughter has one more year in her fabulous school where she receives the PT/OT and speech services that she needs and after actually venturing outside of Brooklyn for something other than a doctor’s appointment this past weekend, I realized how much I love NYC. A trip to Soho and Chinatown with the 4 year old and hubster for random gazing, a little purchasing and eating made me see the city a little different.

So I am going to remix this goal like Mark Ronson re-mixed Amy Winehouse—not better than the original, but just as good!

So we did not get chosen for the random lotto. What’s next? We will keep on looking for a fabulous apartment in the city. We know where we want to live and will focus all of our efforts. No rush though, we have a great landlord who will allow us to maintain a month-to-month lease at the same rate we pay now until we find a new spot. The goal is to be out by the end of the summer.

The hubster and I have just entered a lottery in order to (hopefully) go through the qualifying process for an affordable (almost an oxymoron in this town) home. If we are picked, then we can go through the screening process which I know we will ACE. Then we have to participate in a few workshps, make sure we qualify for a mortgage, etc. Maybe this is the year!

My new life may not be in a warmer place, but that’s fine. As long as I am following my dreams, warmth and everything else will follow. I am putting a lot of work into looking for a new(ish) place to settle.

I am getting sick of NYC. Or rather, I have been sick of this city and my life in it. I have lived here all of my adult life and it is really time for a change. More often than not, I feel like I am jumping out of my skin. I spend way too much time rationalizing my situation.

For some time, I have been feeling that I am living someone else’s life and not my own. It’d like I am not free. I get through each day because of my daughter. She is the glue that binds it all together. But truthfully, I am miserable and only I can change the situation. No one, but me.