Happy Independence Day

11 months and 349 days in. A few self reflecting, notes.

- Elina said "make it personal - not private" (or was it the other way around?), but "Into the Wild", was just too relevant for me to brush off. If it was as interesting as it was for me, perhaps one more person out there could also relate to it.

- Anyone who ever left home, relocated, traveled, immigrated - knows the life in the wild. Watching the Sean (the smartest thing Madonna ever did) Penn film last night, got me thinking about New York and me. The setting is somewhat different, but the rest is very much the same.

Extreme weather conditions, wild micro airborne creatures and the solitude. The bitter-sweet quality time with yourself, is what we've come here for, and is what follows us around whether we like it or not.

- I never thought I would fall in love with a skyline. Until one taxi drive from Brooklyn to the Island. It's not even the landscape, though. Coming back from anywhere to New York feels more safe and secure and mine than it felt eleven months ago.
The past year was wild, but despite how much was gained from solitary confrontation with an unfamiliar world, ascendancy was never my thing.

- Just before he collapses, at the very end of the movie, he scribbles in he's notebook that happiness is unreal unless shared.

This is probably why I decided after all to write this post, as private or personal as it may be.