I'm going back to New York on Friday with mixed feelings. I had a really nice time visiting my home town and spending quality time with family and old friends. There is a certain comfort and understanding that comes with knowing people for fifteen years. A bond that runs deep and no matter how much you've changed, its as if nothing has changed once you're together.
I felt a true sense of family and togetherness this trip, something I miss living in New York City. Its not that I dont have fabulous friends, I do. Its that our way of life in the city doesn't allow the same kind of closeness. We have our schedules, our jam packed work weeks, having to make plans weeks in advance for a simple coffee date. And truth be told, New York brings out the flakiness is all of us. While this is my life now and I do love it. I miss the simplicity of just being able to hang around and do nothing, the ease of small town living with no pretense.
We spent evenings huddled around fireplaces, hot tubbing under a blanket of stars, tip toeing through the snow, celebrating with champagne toasts and sharing old stories. Spending the days doing a whole lot of nothing and that being alright. Winter walks deep in fresh powder and vibrant blue skies unlike any other place. I thought I had lost the New Mexican in me, but the truth is shes still there. Just one of my many layers. Somethings come back easier then you would expect, a country girl at heart.