Subject To Change As the climbing season kicks into full gear, a lot people have been asking me, where am I these days. To be honest I’ve asked myself that quit a lot these past 4 years. Well, I moved back to NYC late last year, I only told a handful of people because I don’t really like saying goodbye. Is it goodbye if I can come back and visit whenever I want? Change is always scary and this is such a dramatic change, its hard for even me, to wrap my head around. I walk around this city wondering where all the mountains are and why aren’t there three different bins for garbage here? I also know that change is good, you’ll never know how good you can be without a little change. For the last 7 years, my life has been defined by going up something tall and living to talk about it. My life was on this straight-line trajectory to becoming that old guy by the campfire, with the patches on his puffy, talking about the good old days when I used climb all over the cascades. I don’t think there is anything wrong with that because a lot of my friends do, do that, but I never envision my life to be like that. That’s the great thing about life is that, if you don’t like the trajectory of where its going, you can change the narrative of your story. It would be boring to live a life that wasn’t subject to some kind of change, and I plan on living a long life. Last November I packed a few bags, hugged a few friends, and found myself on a flight to JFK. The minute I landed I get a text from my boy Shay telling me the weather is great in the Gunks and let’s go climb. So much for starting this new life in the city, I went, and we finished the day on this climb, watching a beautiful sunset. As I was on top of this climb, I started getting emotional, 17 years I had been gone, I don’t know what’s next, but you know what they say, if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. I've missed you too! PC: @shaycsends