History In The Making

Written By: Tracy  Kaler

 

began in 2010 finally came to fruition. One by one, I edited and published each piece.

 

Eventually, I had no more material, so I created new. Each week and sometimes daily

 

I blogged about anything and everything: the far-fetched and silly, the mundane, and the

 

poignant.  No matter what the subject matter, it always involved life inNew   York.

 

 

This blogging sensation had become a fun pastime, but could I quit my day job to be a

 

writer? I spent hours of my free time pecking away at my laptop, posting thoughts,

 

wishes, dreams, and discoveries. Not only did I love blogging, but rambling on the

 

keyboard was also an escape from the job I hated—and a step closer to the life I wanted.

 

 

Last year when I turned 45, I realized that it was finally time to get real despite the

 

consequences. I’d be taking a chance, but it was now or never. My 20-year background

 

in the arts, design, food, and fashion, segued seamlessly into my career as a lifestyle

 

writer. Publishing that first blog post that day on the North Fork of Long Island was

 

only the beginning.

 

 

In June of 2012, I returned to the Long Island Sound, but in Jamesport this time. For five

 

glorious weeks, I played on the beach with my Labrador Retriever, Bogey, tasted local

 

wines, grilled to my heart’s content, ate the freshest pies from Briermere Farm, watched

 

multi-colored sunsets, and most importantly, I wrote. I wrote every day. I returned to

 

where it started for me in 2010—theNorth Fork.

 

Although I missed the nonstop energy of the city and the modern conveniences of my life

 

inManhattan, the Long Island Sound gave me a solace that no other place has ever

 

given me. I realize that I’ll always treasure this time. I’ll look back and remember my stay

 

here–the quiet, the calmness, the wildlife outside my door, and more than anything—-the

 

realization that this city girl can thrive in a far-removed place.

 

 

Saying farewell to theNorth Forkon June 30 was reminiscent of those emotional

 

goodbyes toNew   York Citythirty years ago. Each time the Bieber bus exited theLincoln

 

Tunnel and I gazed at that famous and unforgettable skyline for what always felt like the

 

last time, my eyes filled with tears and I wondered when I’d return again to such a

 

magical place. As I stood on the rocky beach with my husband and Bogey overlooking

 

the Sound on that summer day, in my heart I knew that I’d be back before long. Just

 

likeNew Yorkwas home, so was theLong IslandSound.

 

 

The North Fork of Long Island hasn’t seen the last of me. This is really where my New

 

Yorklife began; this peaceful spot is where I changed my life’s course. Just one blog

 

post was all it took, and the rest was history.