Carolyn Summer Quinn

One of my last photos of the city.

It’s funny. People thought I was a “diehard New Yorker,” that I’d never leave, and that I wanted to stay there forever.

What?

I don’t know where they got THAT from – but it wasn’t from me. I’d been looking for a way to get out of there for at least the past five years!

So when an opportunity arose for me to move out west and live in a desert climate, I embraced it with open arms!

I think I was always destined to live out here. Take a look at this picture of me at the age of about 3 or 4, dressed as a little cowgirl:

It’s a lot healthier to live out here in the clear fresh air, let me tell you, and it’s beautiful, too – just beautiful!

Onward and upward to all new adventures!

Here’s a few photographs.

The view outside of my door.

I thought it might be fun this morning, mid-blizzard, to get a photo from the door to my apartment.

The above is what greeted me just from opening the door!

It’s unbelievable.

Here’s another shot. This one says it all. Note the poor beleaguered swing:

I take two buses to get to work, and ever since the day I got off to switch from one to the other, and found myself in the middle of an active shooter investigation, I decided I was thoroughly through with New York. That’s it. I am DONE here!

It is finally time to retire. The happy day I’ve been awaiting for so long is almost here! I can’t wait, and I’m getting out of this area of the country, once and for all, without any further hesitation.

And that was before this winter even started. After the storms, the ice, the snow, the cold, I’m ready for a new adventure!