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.