Leaving New York was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. My heart had been scattered throughout the city and my core spirit rested in my beautiful home in Midtown. My life was vibrant and alive. Everything was at my fingertips. I was unstoppable and excited to adventure out into the grand city, ready to experience unique encounters and memorable moments. Even within the hardships, the imperfect life was perfect to me. Although, there was one dream missing. One wish that never came true, at the time. When I returned to my former home after a year spent away, I saw my past life through a different lens. My eyes peered through clear glass and I found gratitude and love rather than despair regarding my separation. Instead, I was gifted many more wishes. I saw the truth in my purpose. Everything was meant to be. I never got my corner deli, but I got something more meaningful instead.