Oh God, depending on what day it is, I can be either completely (ok, maybe mostly is a more appropriate word) at peace with my decision to move back to Houston, or completely panicked to leave New York. Firstly, I have to stop reading Time Out NYC and New York magazine. In my defense, these magazines are old subscriptions that will lapse--and when they do, I am not renewing. I swear. It's painful, like seeing an old boyfriend out with another, prettier woman. Sigh.
Secondly, I can actually visit NYC! A revelation!
Thirdly, I'm living in the fourth-largest city in the country, for Chrissake. Not the Appalachians.
Fourth, I can bring many of the things I love about NYC here with me! Like a love for the finer things, and dinner parties. Actually, I couldn't have dinner parties in the city, but I always wanted to. Now that I will (fingers crossed) hopefully have a house, I can actually have people over. And I will have a yard! I can be a host, all the time. Fun!
Fifth, nothing is permanent. Maybe I'll somehow come into a ton of money and be able to (and want to) buy that loft in Tribeca a few years down the road! Who knows...
Moral of the post: it's a process.
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