Well, here I am, Lord, knockin’ at your back door

posted on: Wednesday, September 14, 2016

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Ain’t it wonderful to be where I’ve always wanted to be?
For the first time, I’ll breathe free
Here in New York City

That photo up there was from the first time we came to the city together in January 2014. I was (not so) secretly hoping he’d fall in love with New York and we’d pack and move, just like that. He knew I had something like that in mind and it made him a little anxious during this trip, but we had so much fun. It took one more visit that November to get him to really imagine us living here and, two years later, here we are. Dreams don’t always happen overnight, you know?

The thing is, he had to want to live here and I could never force him to choose this city. This is a tough place to live and is made way tougher when your heart isn’t in it. I told myself that if we were meant to be here, he would fall in love with the city the way I’ve been for most of my life, without my prodding. So I backed off, he fell, we took the leap, and we landed in the city that never sleeps.

Last night I was at an event and had a moment where I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. This is home.” I can’t stress enough how good that felt.