Eight weeks have gone by since I drove onto the streets of NY.
It took about three weeks for me to realize I didn’t need to pack up my suitcase to go back “home.”
I am home… and here’s what I’ve learned so far:
1. I know how to move the contents of an apartment into another apartment and still maintain sense of organization and sanity. (Thanks Elfa.)
2. On a related note, now I can downsize like a pro and keep the stuff that matters most. It’s amazing how you don’t miss the “stuff” when it’s gone.
3. There is a special bond with friends you met as a legitimate adult. Those friends have been by your side (even from afar) supporting every stupid or smart decision you’ve ever made. And it’s important to be able to see these friends on a regular basis.
4. Getting a driver license in NY was kind of an easy experience… even though the “photographer” decided to choose the worst moment to take my photo.
5. Despite the fact that Jay and I have not spent more than a few hours apart at a time, we still have fun together and know how to co-exist.
6. I know there are a lot of big box pharmacies, banks and H&Ms around Manhattan but there are still pockets of the city that are breathtaking.
7. Butters has a canine best friend now.
8. Walking around the city is one of my favorite things to do. There are a thousand things going on and you want to be part of it all.