Why Didn’t I Just Move?

At the age of 19 I had a job offer to work with my prior boss who left the company to work for the World Bank.  I would be his Executive Secretary, traveling all over the world.  However, I would have to relocate to New York.  I had just gotten married and I laid awake at night contemplating such an exciting move.

I talked to my husband who was still trying to find his ideal work situation and who wasn’t comfortable starting anew in New York.  And my pre-set acommodations did not include a husband.  I would have had to share an apartment with several other girls

Had I known then that I would be divorced I would have jumped on it.  Even though I had a fear of flying this was an offer I almost couldn’t refuse.  But I did.  I chickened out.

Not to mention that New York held no magic for me.  I had never been there and had no interest to live there.

This is one of only a couple “What If’s” in my life.  I have no idea how different my life would now be had I taken this job opportunity.  But I didn’t, so I don’t dwell on it.

Little did I know that I would visit New York (Manhattan) in 2007 and fall in love with it.  In fact, if I had to live in a place with four distinct seasons and cold and snow, I think I’d pick New York over Chicago.

However, I was just in Manhattan and didn’t get to see any other boroughs or surrounding suburbs.  But I loved the history and vibe of Manhattan.  Of course, to be able to afford to live in Manhattan I’d have to win the lottery.

So like Chicago, I’d be living in an affordable suburb or one of the other boroughs.  Then it might be just like here, I’d only go “downtown” a few times a year.  It’s a lot different living in an area vs. visiting on a vacation.

The Naked Cowboy in Manhattan

It is 14 degrees here with a windchill factor of -7 and is snowing again.
In Scottsdale, AZ, it is 64 degrees but feels like 73
You know where I’d rather be…