Living in the moment.

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After living in NYC for two and halfish years it is pretty obvious that I love it here. I have loved the life that I have made here. I've made incredible friendships, endured some of life's greatest adventures, cried a lot, laughed a lot, and been thankful for each day that I've been blessed to call this place "home". There have been amazing days and there have been not-so amazing days. They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere and I think I finally understand what that means...

It is no secret that hailing from the great state of Texas I have a ton of Texas pride and love my great State (see what I did there?) Anyway, often times I still feel like I'm living a double-life. While my roots are from Texas, my family, and friends too I often feel a pull that I am missing out on so much by not being there. You see, I struggle with major FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) and it pains me to not be around so many people that I love who are 2000 miles away from here. I've had a major case of the winter blues the past couple of weeks and have toyed a lot with the idea of moving home. You know why? Because it would be easy.

But life isn't always easy. And the choices we make each day don't always make sense. But I know that these two and half years in NY have changed me for the better, changed me for life. The experiences I've had here will forever be a part of a distinct chapter of my life. I am going to try to stop living with so much FOMO of Texas because that's not where I live. I live in New York City and this is where my heart, and its affections have to be planted. I have made memories that I will cherish forever. I have friends who love me, who support me, who have been there for me when I wanted to give up on this place and for that I'm truly thankful. We've come from all over the world to live in a city of millions, and you know what? It's been so so fun.

Last night as I was on my way home from DC, right before entering the Lincoln Tunnel you have an epic view of Manhattan via Jersey (seen above). I looked out the window and I just smiled. I smiled knowing that I was going back to the City. I was back home, even just after 24 hours. I was coming home to my favorite apartment, to my awesome roommates, to my friends who I love so dearly and to a life that is richly blessed beyond belief. I'm not promised tomorrow. I'm not promised the date of when I'll move back to Texas. But I am promised this moment. And for this moment I will cherish New York and all that comes with this crazy place! :)