I wish I could look outside of my 1300+ square foot condo and see the New York City skyline. Not that I could see it from my apartment window in Manhattan, but in my mind I definitely could. With three weeks down in Kansas, I can honestly say that I've never loved a job like I love this one. They are such great people. But more often than not, I leave work for the day and am a little surprised to find wide open sky and bunches of trees and a car waiting for me in a parking lot at the bottom of the hill. I have more cable channels than I could possible ever watch and a whole room just for laundry. Fourteen windows and a garage for that car that's not quite like the subway. Still, it's really quiet. And I miss my city.
Why can't I have the job and my family two hours away and this apartment on the Upper West Side? (Um, because I don't have $10 million dollars, but that's a different issue.) You know, with a handsome Jesus-loving man to have dinner with every night and one of those royal babies. (Come on, that kid is cute.)
I mean, all I every really wanted was everything.