Whirlwind

Well, the tornado has quieted. After a very successful bachelorette party this weekend, and a relative marathon of drinking, eating, and catching up with friends, I am back home. Last night it felt GREAT to be back in my big, soft bed. Today, even though I'm still tired, it feels nice to be back among the friendly faces of my office.

By the end of the weekend, my skirmish to move back to NYC had calmed down. I no longer feel the need to pick up my life again to escape from current problems. However, that being said, I have not entirely ruled out the option, either. The interesting thing that happened this weekend was that for the first time I actually allowed myself to open up to the fact that there are aspects of that life that I miss. Like the people. Like the energy. Like the excitement.

So the conclusion is that I'm still confused, but at least this time I have opened myself up to the possibility that one day I may want to move back. Maybe I'm not as finished with New York as I once thought I was. Maybe I still have things to do there.

Some day.