New York, New Chapter
I was initially hesitant to return to the East Coast. I spent the better part of my adult, post-college years in Los Angeles, and did a temporary stint in Dallas. The latter was an overall miserable time that lasted two years, seven months and one day, during which I just traveled alot to keep from being depressed — trips to Los Angeles every three months or so for work; trips back home to Pittsburgh to spend time with my mom; road trips to Austin to spend time with my friend Alex; vacations in Europe. Isolation is a terrible experience, especially when it lasts for 32 months.
Overall, however, I think I'd grown used to living with year-round warm weather, for the most part, over the past 14 years.
But once again, another unexpected path opened up earlier this year — one that really wasn't on the table or in my mind at all before, but that I'm happy to travel down and see what happens. After all, you only get one short, crazy life. And it's New York.