The beauty of New England

I have just come back from a quick 48 hour retreat to Arlington,Ma which my soul desperately needed. I lived in Boston and the greater New England for about 100 years and built a strong following for my show and an amazing community. When New York becomes a little much, I get a little misty for New England and consider a move back. Life is so much simpler, cheaper and there is no question there is a higher standard of living for the person living on limited means. The community you can make in Boston,  rivals no other specifically, as a woman of color. There is a plethora of overeducated, underpaid, politically committed women. You can throw a buck in the middle of the road and get 20 doctoral fellows who will proofread your Boston Globe crossword puzzle, who are looking for additional work. When I left< New York City, my nerves were frazzled, my soul a bit dispirited and my bank account feeling like the unwanted step child. I traveled on the wednesday before the" holiday which celebrates a genocide" so of course it was insane finding a bus. Once I did, it was all myoho, through the intial heavy traffic out of New York we glided  to South Station in 3hrs. and 45min. It was quite impressive. My train came quickly, then the bus to Arlington was practically outside the door when I got off the red line. My friend's home was comfortably modest, it definitely felt like home and she had the preminum cable package..the angels were singing. We connected for a bit, met her partner and then settled down for the evening. The morning, was a little flurry of pre travel nuttiness, then they were off to Vermont and I was alone with me and my private thoughts. Even though I live solo in New York, it was wonderful to look out a balcony on to rooftops of homes, a pond and trees. I communed with spirit, talked on the phone and took a lovely walk with the trees creating a canopy for me to travel under. Then some hot soup, The Wiz and the 30th Anniversary MJ special. For me the transition of MJ, still leaves me...well another entry. Before retiring to .."ease on the down the road"...I stood by the bank of Spy Pond, looking at the trees framed by small New England homes and this is the beauty that lies in this part of the US for me. There is no real glamour, no dazzle but the comfort of brown, reds and a simple design. When  I traveled into the cityof Boston, the next day the thought of me living back here 24hrs. made me die a little inside, I realize it could never fulfill in me in the that way but it's like the special lover. You never want to completely give them up but you both know it could never be forever. They hold a special place in your heart that you return to as a reminder, to connect until the next time.  Until next time.....thanks for the recharge.