This Land is Our Land

When we found out that we were moving to Manhattan in May of last year, of course the first thing that came to mind was September 11th.  On that day, as I watched the buildings collapse on the television while emergency alarms sounded outside of my hotel window, I actually made a pact with myself that I would NEVER live in NYC.  It seemed too dangerous and too much of an international target.  It was daunting, scary and just generally overwhelming, and I couldn't see a reason why I should ever move here.  Life is so hilarious in that way, because as it turns out NYC was our only option.  My husband would attend dental school at NYU in the fall and that was that. And now, I wouldn't have it any other way. 

In California, weekends were reserved for beach day trips or barbecue pool parties at friend's houses.  We could drive 30 minutes south to spend the day on the beach, or 4 hours north to snowboard on the Tahoe slopes depending on the time of year. Every weekend we would be with our family, cooking, playing and eating.  Our weekends have changed slightly since moving to New York; when my husband isn’t studying, there is always an incredible adventure to be had.  The last two weekends, we’ve visited the Intrepid, the Central Park Zoo, and a local street fair.  Staying close to home in the evenings and after the nightly routine, we both end up on the computers either studying or for me, blogging and other social media.