adventures of mascarah.

Erin and I were talking last night about this city. I often discuss with friends what life will be like “after” New York. Where does one move from this city?

Some people come here for a couple of years and realize it isn’t for them…and I understand that. But for those of us who just LOVE this city….where can one go from here? Paris? London? I can’t think of a single place in the US that would feel as home, for me, as this city.

I’m leaving for 10 days - my longest stint away from here in months for non-work related travel and while I’m excited to lay down on a beach and unwind with my family and celebrate Courtney’s marriage, I already want to come back home…here…and I haven’t even left yet.

It’s so impossible to predict what the future will bring. I know for sure that my life has unfolded in ways I never anticipated that it would so there’s no point in trying to predict what is to come.

I do know that in an ideal world I’ll always have some reason to be here…maybe half of the year, maybe all of the year, maybe for the occasional weekend.

Where else can I see myself? I wish I knew for sure. I know that it has changed a lot in the past year. I’ve always seen travel, lots of travel…and a small house somewhere on a beach where I can be holed up with some artistic, creative man who has chosen to spend a lifetime with me….and now, for the first time, that picture of ‘ideal’ now includes a kid.

And I honestly have no idea what that means. I just know that for now, I haven’t even left New York yet and I already miss my home.