The New World Order
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In October 2016 I finally gave notice that I was leaving my corporate job. And by February 16 I was out the door. Today I'm lying on my bed in Hollywood, California, preparing to hunker down for what might be months and months of couch-surfing, homeless living, and an attempt to retake and re-engage in my life. The lovely Linda Cassidy on her bike in New Orleans. We became friends through Michael Zivick, my inspiration for this blog. There's a lot that's happened in between then and now, but I will just say for the moment that I am reclaiming my voice. I find myself writing everyday and it's been a long time since I've been in that warm place that I call home. I had months of planning behind me and was determined to take it slow and steady. I spent the first month resting, sleeping in, cleaning house, and organizing my life. By March 15 I was on a plane to New Orleans, and on April 10 I had temporarily moved to an apartment right into the beating heart of LA