I’m home and I’m NOT happy about it.
I miss the buildings, the people, the lights, the sirens, the cabbies. I miss the ambiance, the energy.
I wanted to cry today while driving away - everything in my body was screaming. It’s been so long since I’ve felt that way. Since I left Britain actually.
Sometimes you go places, and you feel like you’re home. New York was one of those for me. I love it, and I hope that we get a chance to live there someday. A three-bedroom apartment runs $3500 in downtown Manhattan, but what’s a grand or two when you’re living in the city that never sleeps.
Anyway - much posting to come, didn’t get a lot done whilst there because I lost the boy to work and had my hands full with the very active Feebarooni.
Reading this makes me wanna watch Sex and the City…and that makes me want to go have drinks with friends and go to New York.