My body may be in Ohio but I think my brain is somewhere between here and New York City

I am home.

Sort of.

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.

Radio City at Night

Seeing Radio City Music Hall all lit up.

Wordless Wednesday-The Teenie Tiny Pup Edition

I am sure it is super hard to be this cute.

See.

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One of the things I miss the most

So, I never did finish my re-cap of Blissdom.

Its been hard in a way because of the awesomeness that was shoved into those short few days.

Its also been hard because I really connected with someone that is over 12 hours away.

It all started while texting my friend Issa about a week before I was set to leave. She wasn’t going to be there, but wanted me to be able to hug someone that she knew and that way it was like hugging me. (or something like that)

Twitter helped us weed out those who weren’t going and finally we found someone she knew, she had hugged before, and was going to be there.

Bridget.

I DM’ed her my number and we decided that we should get together at some point over the weekend.

On Thursday night, during the Opening Cocktail party, I got a text.

“I am at the front door, where are you?”

I responed.

“On my way.”

I get to the entrance to the Jack Daniel’s Saloon and there were a few ladies there. I thought “Shit, I am not sure who Bridget is and….”

Before I finished that thought she pipes up in the cutest southern accent “Heather?”

And soon there were hugs!

We met up again at the Bubbles and Bits party hosted by the Clever Girls-it was great.

I was talking to her about cameras and we escaped the noise of the (awesome) party and chatted out on the balcony of the pink mansion.

We agreed on so many points, even though our lives are so vastly different, in some points they were the same.

We walked around later taking photos, enjoying each other’s company….it went on like that all weekend.

On Saturday when I woke up in a flare up and I just wanted to walk around to take pictures, she went with me. Even though there was more silence, it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable.

We met up on Sunday morning so we could say good-bye. It sucked that she was traveling just about as far south as I was traveling north.

Briget is someone that would make me a better person by me being around her. She would make me more accountable but in a loving and caring way. I could see us meeting for Diet Cokes (since she doesn’t do coffee) in the afternoons.

I just wish she wasn’t so far away.
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