I’ve fallen deeply in love with New York City. I feel the butterflies buzzing around in my stomach even when I have to navigate the mundane routine. Yet everyone knows that when it’s true love, the words “mundane” and “routine” cease to exist. This is a relationship that is bittersweet, though, as I know that soon enough it will come to an end. I know this city isn’t really ideal for our life, I know that the passion and excitement is probably-even slightly- exacerbated by knowing that truthfully we are better suited for suburban life.
It isn’t really easy or practical to raise a family in Manhattan. The kids would really enjoy having a dog and a back yard. Perhaps even a tree house. My husband would kill to have a shed to tinker around in and find endless things to fix. The water polo player and ocean dweller in him is pining for a swimming pool of his own.
Not I. Ever the gypsy soul, I crave the lights and action of the CITY. I want the museums and shows, life, opportunity, diversity and culture dripping from every crevice of Manhattan. Perhaps I discovered this place a little too late in my life, but the when I got here my soul finally felt at home. Life is really crazy like that. I never, never in a million years thought I would even like New York City. What scared me the most turned out to be the greatest learning experience and influence in my life as I know it. And now I am not going to let go.
..at least not easily.
Even as I struggle with the cold weather, it’s simply impossible not to embrace the holidays as they creep up around the city. I get positively giddy when I see the flurry’s start to swirl behind the windows and around the Empire State Building.
From ice skating with my darling at Rockefeller Center…
…to roaming the city sidewalks, snacking on roasted chestnuts, peering in at the widow displays at Bergdorfs and Louis Vuitton.
Even getting to watch the lighting of the 75 foot tree in Rockefeller Center.
Yet when I get home from being out in the vibrant, busy city, I remember what makes my heart tick no matter where we live. The things that will never change outside of our home. Our traditions and memories made within the comfort of the walls of our apartment.
For the first time, we get to spend the entire holiday season in New York City this year. I can’t wait to wake up in our home on Christmas morning with loved ones around.
It doesn’t really matter where we are. I’ll enjoy my torrid affair with Manhattan while it lasts, but it’s finding home within the chaos that’s what matters.