I love cooking, but I don’t cook. I love gardening, but I don’t garden. I love dogs, but I don’t have one, love the ocean but can’t get to it. These things bother me.
I live in New York, but I am not a New Yorker. The city doesn’t buoy me, doesn’t move me. I need more. I need less. I no longer want to live in the in-betweens.
I want to count the stars at night and feel cold, wet grass beneath my feet and go to bed tired from having spent a day working hard. Working hard for ourselves, for our sustenance, for our land. Working towards something that has an output, an end result. Something tangible.
I want a creative idea to lead to another and another. I want to try things, even if they don’t work out. Fix things, build things, make things, bake things.
