"You can't go home again." How well I know that, having lived hundreds of miles from my native region of the country for two decades. Every time I visit "home," I'm reminded of the positives of where I live now; this, though I'm constantly griping about the negatives (90 degrees and 85% humidity, anyone?) when I'm here. One of my goals has always been to write so well that I sell billions of copies & earn enough to outright buy a farm somewhere in southern New Jersey (marginally milder winters than where I grew up, yet close enough to hit NYC as the mood strikes me). Reality check--that's not going to happen! :(
On to what's happening now...a rousing contest of Guitar Hero on the Wii between my 13 y.o. and her friends gathered to celebrate her 14th birthday a couple of weeks early (because many of these teens will be away on their summer vacations by the time of the actual birthday). Several of the 13 or so kids she invited have already left, but the party officially breaks up momentarily, so by 11:00 I hope to have my house back.
Who knows, if she DOES succeed as a fashioista & eventually make NYC her permanent home, maybe she wouldn't mind having me nearby! ;)
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