The weirdest thing happened today. As a prelude to the story you must know that Matt is in New York for work. We had a rushed phone conversation, which left me with the (mistaken) impression that he was being coaxed into moving back to NYC by his persuasive workmates. After we hung up, I paused to breathe deeply, telling myself not to think about it. But on the way home -- after a pretty damn hysterical and raucus pool party with my new co-workers – I thought to myself, 'There is no way in hell I am going back.'
For so many years I felt like I was on my own in NYC. Here, everything is familiar on a sensory level. And my people are here. In less than four months, I have visited my dad at least three times, gone to Hawaii with my girlfriends, had my college roommate come stay for the weekend and, most recently, gone to the Sierra Mountains with my mom -- a great trip to a place I have been visiting regularly since I was born.
I'm not saying it's forever, but for now it's good to be home.
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