City morning.

Thursday.. September... New England.
My first morning in quiet in along time. As I sit here near the open window, with the morning sun, listening to the rush of city life, I feel like life may turn out alright.
The past 2 weeks have been an insane roller coaster of fear and turmoil for me.
But I am here, and I am on solid ground.
I had decided to move to New Hampshire once again, Having tied up things in Arizona... things left over form child hood, from teen years and early adulthood. I went back to Arizona chasing a dream, and Left there knowing where I belong.
I am grateful to be back in New England. There is still work to do for sure, but I feel like I have that work to do, as opposed to looking for something that is not there.
My community is good and strong, my family is loving and kind and quite possibly, my relationship may work out for the better.
So much work has been plowed through with my partner and I in the past couple weeks, total chaos and break down of things, but. Maybe it is great for the Phoenix to burn.. we all know what comes next.
What I would really like is a Zen Garden to live in.
Regardless.
I am back in New England, and I have a lot of good things to do. I am grateful for that.
Where to start...
I know that is an answer that will come.
Thank you Universe, for putting me where I go, as insane as the sea was to travel on.
Autumn is started, Leaves will change and I am near Boston. Much goodness abounds.