Here’s the thing. We have one life to live. Cliche. I know. But, also very true. So we might as well LIVE it , and not simply exist.

For the last couple years, I have had an overwhelming feeling that I wasn’t living my dream. The “American Dream,” sure, but something just did not add up. I wasn’t living for me.

There are things I really love about NYC. First and foremost , my family is nearby. Anyone who knows me , understands how much I value mine. Secondly, I really love that you can be whoever you are in New York without anyone even taking a second look. “Normal” is weird. I was walking down the 3rd Avenue the other day and a man literally stopped and began howling in the middle of the street. Everyone continued walking, minding their own business, going about their lives. I see this on a daily basis. I love that about New York. Being who you are is simply accepted.

That being said, New York has never been a perfect fit for me. There’s been many times when I would be traveling , and upon landing back “home”, intense anxiety would ensue. I’m not talking about the vacation blues either. I’m talking about an overwhelming feeling that while NYC is a beautiful playground full of diversity , it wasn’t meant to be my playground.
And then I stumbled upon beautiful San Diego and my heart knew we were meant to be. The vibe , the atmosphere , the people , the pace of life – everything was a fit. I felt a sense of calm I hadn’t known for some time. I was finally home.

It’s with an excited and grateful heart that I share the news of my move to San Diego, one that I choose, purely for me. I would be remiss not to extend a heartfelt thank you to all the people supporting me in this life changing adventure. You know who you are, and I’m lucky to have each and every one of you.
Love and light,
Meyer’s Grace

 “Transition is movement. And it can feel like one long , scary , dark tunnel. But you have to come out other side. Because what’s been waiting there, might be glorious. “