A Note from New York

 

I've been traveling for work (and pleasure) since Thursday and I'm glad that I'm sneaking in and out of the city between snow storms. I saw a handful of friends and former colleagues while I've been here, which was lovely since catch up time is always enjoyable. And I hopped onto a train and spent a full 24 hours with a good friend from home (we went to kindergarten together) who recently welcomed baby Gus into the world. It was so good to see them and to get to snuggle with Gus for a while.

I am extremely thankful that my job has enabled me to maintain my ties with the East Coast because there are some very important-to-me people who live here. And deep down, this area of the country feels so very familiar to me that it's always nice to spend time here. But I have to say that more and more, it's hard for me to be away from home for more than a handful of days. I long for our routine, for the comfort of our house, and for the simple pleasures of being able to cook myself something delicious in my own kitchen. 

I find this interesting because I used to live in NYC and I know my way around. And that is comforting in a sense, but I have definitely adapted to the Midwestern pace of life. And, I'm realizing that because it feels like it took me so long to find a place and a partner that both really suit me, I'm a little reluctant to spend too much time away from them.

Maybe that means I'm growing up. Or that I'm a creature of habit. Or that I just like life to be quieter than it is in the city. Or that I'm listening to myself more. Either way, I'm happy that I'll be heading home today.

P.S. Central Park was of course a lovely sight with piles of snow everywhere.