Two episodes of my life where I was the happiest (although shortlasted) was when I was living in small places surrounded by nature where the food I ate came from a field close by. Where we talked about the weather, the tomatoes, the olives, the horses and the manure. There were people I loved.
But the money came from somewhere else.
A reference point. A north star.
I’d love to live in a small village again.
With people I love.
Making things I love.
Now.
I also want to live in NYC.
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