Summer in New York City makes you paint your toes pretty and spray yourself with scents like frangipani or mango. It encourages you to decorate your face with brightly rimmed shades and drape your limbs in linen to warmly brush your skin during a twilight breeze.

I nearly lost it yesterday blog family. I hyperventilated over my suitcase and yapped at the puppies, “It isn’t long enough! Three weeks isn’t enough TIME!”

I stayed up far past my bedtime vowing to undo everything I’m trying to sort out to ensure a permanent shift to Manhattan at the end of the year. I buried my face in my pillow mumbling irrationalities such as, “I’m quitting my job tomorrow. I’m never coming back to Australia again. It’s too much. It’s all just far too much!”

But I like my job. Some of my favorite humans roam this land. And in the scope of real world discussion – I really don’t have a single “problem” worth mentioning. Continue reading