We spent a few days in New York City last week and I instantly fell in love. We were convinced we wanted to move there. After nesting for a few months in California’s Palo Alto, NYC felt like a playground. Candlelit restaurants on street corners in Greenwich Village, hidden mewses and basement bars. The mega city is a walkable urban jungle that made me feel alive. It’s London life on steroids and we loved it. Wandering the cobblestone streets of the West Village made me wonder over and over again why I didn’t think to spend a few years of my twenties there.
Thankfully we escaped before hurricane Sandy touched ground. I’m going to need a few days to decompress.
