17 years in NYC!

17 years ago this month I moved into my first apartment in Manhattan. 

I remember driving towards the NYC skyline thinking, "You are mine!!!"

I was going to take on NYC. 

Hmm...

Anytime, I travel outside of NYC, even to Staten or LI, I feel like I'm not home. It's not until I enter Manhattan that the uneasiness goes away. 

I'm a New Yawker. 

Through & through. 

Earlier, I was walking Dottie on our nightly walks to Madison Square Park when I looked up at ALL the buildings. 

I vividly remember the longing to be the owner of one of those boxes. 

The boxes of windows that line NYC and behind it a story lives. Each box is a family and their NYC life. 

I wanted my own. 

...

I have a NYC story. 

I'm proud of myself. 

I have been able to sustain mine for 17 years! 

Pretty. 

Impressive. 

Today, Where do you long to live?!? Is there a place you HAVE GOT to live before you die?!? 

Funny, how that works. 

Most people HAVE GOT to visit certain places but not move there. 

Curious where I will be a year from now. 

And YOU, my fellow, where will you be living?!?

Xoxo