The past two weeks have been crazy. Texas was wonderful and leaving there made me feel like I wanted to run back to the safety of my family and friends there as soon as possible. Coming back to Boston I spent last week taking care of the Barnes kiddos while they were away. It was a lot of work, but I'm glad I did it.
Friday, Meghann and I escaped to NYC and had an awesome weekend. Her company on the car rides alone made the trip worth it, but I also got to see her life in Brooklyn. So many things made more sense about Meg, and I couldn't help but feel that Brooklyn was her home. We came back and yesterday I searched for jobs in NYC.
I'm waiting to hear if I'll get an in-person interview with the non-profit I had the phone interview with last week. I should know something Friday or Saturday. I'm not sure if this is the job for me, but if I don't make it past this round I think I'm going to temp until I can figure out what the heck to do with myself.
Where is my home? Where is my city that feels more like home than Dallas? Maybe there isn't one, but I can't see myself back in Texas yet. I'm in a position to travel and try something new again and the itch to do that is getting stronger. Currently there's nothing in Boston keeping me here - although I imagine that could easily change in a matter of weeks or months - but for now I'm daydreaming about the new life I could have in another fun city. Why not, right? You'd come visit, wouldn't you?
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