The picture here is actually from a peak in Colorado.   Once upon a time I considered Colorado my home.  It was the place I longed to be since as long as I could remember.  It was my home.  But that was before I left New York City.

Now, my heart lies nestled in the skyscrapers of New York City with the smoke and smog killing my lungs.  I long for the busy streets, the ability to walk anywhere I wanted to or at the least hop a train for a few stops.

It’s funny how things change as you grow older.  My five year old self held on to the hope that one day I would see the purple mountains, see the snow capped peaks and hike among the trees.  Now I have exactly that and I want something different.  I hold to the hope that I will one day call New York City home again.

I wonder what I’ll want in the next 20 years.