The story of my complicated childhood is long (like - who's isn't?) - and to shorten my tale - one day I dreamed I was a fairy princess living amongst magical frogs. Another - mystery sleuth Nancy Drew solving crimes. Another - I was on an African safari searching for elephants.
But, it was my imagination that kept me going. Onto the next adventure of my mind. Onto happiness and the willingness to never give up.
So, it is with a saddened heart, that I write to all of you that I had to move out of my new loft less than two weeks after I moved my furniture in.
Last week I went to my doctor. I told him about the severe physical reaction I was having in the loft - I could go into details, but - he said very firmly, "Here's the deal kid, it's either your health or the unit. YOU NEED TO LEAVE THE LOFT."
He sort of smacked me on the side of my head with a decision I dreaded to make. Downtown was my home. What about my friends in the building? What about my friends outside of the building? This blog. My life. My finances. I could go on and on, but I won't.
There isn't a one of you that doesn't understand the stress of this situation. Emotional. Physical. Mental.
Yes, most readers of this blog live in California where many of you will say - "I know, there is a reason for this Nancy. You'll see it's for your higher good...and, and, and..."
Right now though, I don't see the reason. I don't feel the reason. All I know is that old feather-face got me at the ATM on Spring Street a few weeks ago, before I moved into this new loft, and it didn't bring me luck.
As I sit here posting in Century City, I will use my vivid imagination and all my fantastic memories of my downtown life to write Tales of Downtown, tell my stories, and be there in spirit until I find a new place (again).
And the end of this tale - kid - is for me to say to you, "Always use your imagination to take you to places you want to go."
Because in reality, that's our dream come true.