Portrait of a Good Life: 13 Years in the Woods

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Thirteen years ago over Martin Luther King weekend, a man I’d been dating less than a month invited me to his house in the New Jersey woods. I’d been a city boy until then, twelve in Los Angeles and, at that time, thirteen in New York City. I had no idea how I’d like this whole country living thing, but I knew the first morning I woke up here that I loved it. We spent weekdays in Manhattan and most weekends here at the house. We made the move permanent a year and a half ago when we walked out of the NYC apartment for the last time. I love it here, I love my life, and it’s good to celebrate thirteen years of our house in the woods.