Friday, March 30, 2012

Next time I'll be a Tourist

We leave today.

Next time I am back in the city I will be a tourist. As a local I liked to pretend I was a tourist so maybe as a tourist I will pretend I'm a local.

Most people assume that it was my idea to move to Texas because I grew up in Houston. In reality it was originally Danny's idea. As he has said lots of times in the past few weeks - he knows no one who loves Manhattan more than his wife.

It is a bittersweet time for us. I am sad because Declan will never love the city as much as I have. He will not grow up taking the subway or having picnics in Central Park. But he will have his own loves.

My friends that are dying to get out of the city congratulate me on the move but I love everything about the city that they hate. I love the concrete jungle packed with people. I love the simple life of a 500 square foot apartment with no dishwasher. I love walking to my destination rather than driving. But I'm excited for new opportunities. As I boxed up our life this past week I was labeling the boxes and labeled one 'Declan's Room'. I even jokingly labeled one 'Garage'. I have never really dreamed of a room for our baby but now it will be a reality and I'm excited for him.

I am excited to explore a new place with my best friend. I may have grown up in Houston but there is so much that I haven't experienced.

The closest thing to leaving NYC is when I left Fresno. I was completely heart broken and ended up leaving a small piece of my heart there. It wasn't that I didn't look forward to what the future held but I mourned leaving behind something that had made such an impact on my life.

I am certain that my heart will break today but I will leave a little piece of it here.