New York State of Mind
So I know I was JUST going on about how I need constant change and movement and that I could hardly fathom the idea of staying in one place. BUT. New York City. Guys, just one weekend back there and I feel like I could almost stay forever. Forever. I know there are other great cities out there, but none of them have that pull on me like NYC. When I am there I feel like I am where I belong. Like I am a part of something. I love every bit of city and I will gladly take the bad with the good. I want to raise city kids who know their way around the subway and aren’t strangers to museums, diversity, and summer street festivals. I want to (someday) be that old lady with the quirky clothes and well-worn apartment who has lived in the city forever and knows all of its secrets.
Something like her, maybe. Though she looks a bit UES, and I fancy myself an UWS old lady. (Photo Credit: Humans of New York)
But then I know that there is that darn wanderlust pulling me back out. So many places to see, live and experience. Why can’t I have it all?