I'm coming home...


I headed back in to the city again yesterday to meet Ronda Carman (All The Best) for lunch near Grand Central Station. Knowing that the only thing on my agenda was our lunch date, I went in equipped with my camera, excited not only to meet Ronda but also to have a bit of time without having to rush around madly, or look after young children. The day was magical. Ronda is lovely and our lunch was wonderful. After we ate and asked the kind gentlemen at the front of the restaurant to take our picture, we parted ways, and promised we would get together again the next time she's in town.



After lunch Ronda headed to Starbucks to work and catch up on emails and I thought I might rejoin her there as it's a great place to recharge my iPhone but I never did. Instead I let my camera be my guide and lead my way... we headed back to Grand Central Terminal and then towards the New York Public Library... all the while I was looking at things anew.

as many of you know, I grew up in the city, and while I no longer live there I will always consider it my home. I feel safe and welcome there - and even though I had the luxury of a few hours of solitude, to wander by myself, to contemplate in my thoughts, I knew I was not alone. In the city one can be alone without being lonely.

That old saying is so very true and very much applies to me. You can take the girl out of the city, but you can never take the city out of the girl. I love my home in the country. I am surrounded by miles and miles of farms and barns, animals, trees. It's gorgeous. It's bucolic. But, it's not Manhattan. I've been to many cities in my life, Manhattan is mine. Manhattan is home.











































The city is filled with so many wonderful threads, colors and textures... everything tells a story... I love the blending of the old and the new... I love to see the finer details that are often overlooked... I love to watch the people pass by... I'll be back home again one day very soon!


Jessica