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Moving Away

For the second time in my life, I'm seriously considering moving away...from New York--the place I've called home for 10+ years. I think I've outgrown my little one-bedroom apartment, the overcrowded trains give me anxiety, and I need some personal outdoor space to meditate and write while sipping moderately-priced top-shelf bourbon. It wouldn't be for another year or so, at least--my lease ends January 31, 2019. I have some time to think about it. Also, I would like to finish my ordination process in New York, so I'd have to wait until that is over. 

Let me know what you think. 
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