For the first 27 years of my life the ocean was to my right. Growing up it was just over the hill(s) behind my house and in San Diego it was always on the other side of the interstate/road/boardwalk. It was comforting, knowing exactly which direction and what lay west. The Mighty Pacific. I've been struggling to find a clear sense of direction here in NYC, especially in Brooklyn which feels to me a little off kilter. I have been enjoying some truly spectacular sunrises from my bedroom window (I need to find a darker curtain cause it sure gets bright early!) and it suddenly occurred to me that I am looking directly east. Yeah, that East, the direction the sun rises from. Suddenly I have a new compass and a new sense of ease.
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