…… since I’ve posted.
More than a minute.
I guess it’s time (past time) for an update.

Last year I really thought that I was going to leave NY and move to Tulsa.
As I told you.
But then …… there’s no other way to put this …… the election happened.
And I knew that I couldn’t move to a red state.
I’ve lived in one for the majority of my life …… over 50 years …… and I was done.

Last month I went to Tulsa and closed out the apartment. Unfortunately/fortunatley I met several people in my building during this visit that I hadn’t before. They were all lovely people and I would’ve enjoyed getting to know them more …… had things gone differently.

Okay, change of topic.
Here’s a quick family update:
Grandchildren: 7 (5 boys, 2 girls, 10 (11 next month!) to 20 months, all live in Texas.
Oldest child lives in Philadelphia and is doing great.
Youngest child lives here in NYC and is doing great.
The rest live in Texas and are doing great.
I wish I could magically move them here.

I realized that NYC is THE only place I’ve ever lived that makes me excited to get back.
Don’t get me wrong …… I’ve always been happy to get back home, no matter where we lived, because that’s where my family/heart was.
And I was happy to return to them.
I was happy.
And that’s saying something because (I hesitate to tell you this, but I don’t think I’m alone here) …… I have not been the same kind of “happy” for almost 18 years. But that’s a whole ‘nother post.

Whenever I’m traveling, no matter where or for how long, if you see me stare off into the distance, and then smile broadly, it’s most likely because I’m thinking of going back home. Truly, the thought of flying back into the city ALWAYS makes me smile. I always look forward to returning.
I love this city.
I’m at home in this city.
I’m happy in this city.