Lovin' it.

It has been three days since I got back to the city.

The jet lag has been manageable, in fact, I think it makes the hubs happy - because I now sleep at a senior-citizen worthy hour of 10pm and wake up to chirping birds at 7am. Ha. Not for long, hubs!

I remembered when we first arrived in Boston almost two years ago, the jet lag made me crash at 5pm and get up at 3am, and in the dead of winter,  provided only a mere six hours of sunshine. Eeeiks. Boston. Such a distant memory. Lest you accuse me of giving the Bean Town a bad name, the city of approximately 600,000 residents is very picturesque, very safe and quaint.  It is beautiful.

And that's about all there is to it.

Certainly those qualities that Bostonians pride their city on didn't do it for us.

We didn't feel like we belonged to the city. We didn't have two kids or a dog. We felt out of place. We wanted more.

Fast forward 18 months later. Here we are in the bigger and badder city of New York. We always knew we would end up in NY, sooner or later. The raw pulsating energy of the city, the diversity of its people, the melting pot of cultures, the grit of the streets, the feeling of empowerment and the surrealism of being is unmistakably New York.

We embrace the city, for its good and its bad, for better or worse. Because it is here, we are now. There is a sense of permanence, of belonging, of feeling right.  And we are lovin' it.

New York, New York. The City So Nice They Named It Twice.