I’m experiencing a deep urge for a change of scenery. Not a vacation, or month away in a place I love, but an entirely new address. The thing is, next week marks 14 years in New York, a place that has influenced my work, my sensibilities, and is the backdrop of so many beautiful relationships and hobbies that I’ve cultivated over the years. Where does one go from here? Is this mid-thirties angst? Is it because I long for a partner and a dog and a big garden? Any sage insight would be helpful.
