So if you’ve been reading, you know that I was feeling a bit jittery about going back home to Cali for vacation. I didn’t think I could choose between my first love - Cali and this new, sexy little number trying to weasel its way into my life. 7 days in Cali later and I’ve actually chosen one. I choose….
New York.
Now, Cali, before you get angry, let me explain… What I hate most is the feeling of regret and think its ridiculously counterproductive if I were to wish I was somewhere I wasn’t. When I was back in Cali, I didn’t once wish I was back in NY. As I am back in NY, I miss all that Cali has - my bests (family, friends, and memories) but I, along with the closest ones around me, know that the man upstairs has so strategically put me in NY and I have yet to finish whatever it is that he’s called me to do. Being back home was a really great reminder of this and was a sort of validation that my choice to move was a good one.
In the meantime, though, I can be nostalgic. Here is what I’ll miss based on my last trip and look forward to doing again when I go back to you, Cali.