I am home.
But not really.
My brain is still somewhere between here and New York City.
I am pretty sure that part of it is still in Buffalo, NY. (But more on the Amtrak train incident another day)
I am so thankful to be with my family.
To have my husband’s arms wrapped firmly around me each night and then in the morning have him whisper into my ear that this is the best part of his day.
But I miss my friends.
I miss the freedom of New York City.
The Lights. The Sounds. The Street Meat.
I need to decompress my thoughts and feelings.
I want what I have to say mean something.
I want to reflect on the positives (not that there were many negatives)
I think I just need another day.
So until then, feel free to enjoy as I crossed something off of my list.
Seeing Radio City Music Hall all lit up.