7 years ago, this week we moved to New York.
Our baby was 4 months old. Our truck was not ready that day. I had to get my "New York" on even before I got here. My brother, then just 14 years old flew out to help us with the move.
The past 7 years have been so enormously full of ups and downs and adventures and love. I love living here. I love the sights, sounds, people, experiences and blessings I/we have experienced here.
When I have a bad New York Day it is so, so bad. When I have a good New York Day, it is so, so good.
I have seen families and couples come and go and grumble about the city life. I have seen marriages break apart because they are not on the same page about where they are living and what they are doing. I have heard family members ask when we are moving "home." Not everybody gets it. Not everybody understands the choice we have made to live, work, and raise our family here.
I have no doubt that we are to be here, at this time, raising our family, and being a part of this vibrant community.
I have to admit something though. This spring I have felt a little itch. I have found myself thinking about the possible job transfer of last summer, and what it would be like if we had relocated. It's not a longing, just a wondering. I just feel that itch...
When it comes down to it, honestly, I feel it is because of a few things:
1. This rain.
2. The slowness of my businesss (though it has picked up the past few weeks).
3. The longest last month of school. ever.
4. The economy.
And that's it. All of the above have nothing to do with living in the city...they've just made me a bit itchy. Maybe, I just need a vacation.
Thanks New York for everything. My gift of appreciation to you: This Blog.