Be Happy Where You Are

It goes without saying that NYC can be a tough place to live. There are days when this city can beat you up and spit you out, and others when you count your blessings that you get to live here. For the past year, and more like two + if I'm being honest, I have wanted to move back down south. I want the house, the yard, the family close by, the cheaper living cost, the space, the southern accents, the slower pace, yada yada yada. I do. I want it. Especially when I see it happening all around me to friends and colleagues. When I moved up here six years ago, I never thought I would be here more than two years. Two turned to four, turned into today and I'm still here. Six years later, five apartments, four neighborhoods and two jobs. But that's life for you. You can't plan it. Period.

But, with all that said, I am here and I'm going to enjoy it. I have been realizing that more and more. I don't want to look back and think that I should have done this, that or the other. Because, I'm sure if I ever do move, I will miss this place something bad. I have always been a city girl (since I was very little) and this is where I'm suppose to be. This is my story. I really do love this city. I guess I am a New Yorkah, just with brighter clothes.

I had my first Hamptons summer experience this past weekend. Or as I was told, East Hamptons experience, since only tourists refer to it as the Hamptons. :) I'll be back tomorrow with photos and stories.

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