For some reason, every time I ask someone in Long Island where there is something to see, or something to do, they give me this really strange look, as if there is nothing to see! Hello? Where am I? Winnipeg?

 

So, I wandered down to a beach close by, and found myself at this wonderful beach, with just a few others around.

I took some time to just look out at the open calm of the ocean, knowing that behind me was the crazy bustle of this restless place. The last week here in NY and a little of CT has made me realize how important it is to have a little time to let myself wander around, and find some things for myself. Although there are times, those times when you discover something really nice, or something romantic, like this beach, when I start to wonder why I’m wandering around, like... for a living.

 

Later on, as my walk neared its end, I came across some evangelists who asked me if I knew where I was going when I died.

Home, I said.

I’m going home.