A little over 2 hours north of New York City aka Manhattan..
Mecca for all who want to be cool, rich, famous and or just live somewhere Fabulous .. or as someone I love says.. Frabulous.
My husband was born there , went to school there, worked there and best of all, met me there.
I think it was the second week that I was living there when we met.
Things happened quickly back then ..
Arrive in NYC .. check
Get Haircut ... check
Meet Husband to be ... check
Go Home to Visit Mother ..check
Tell her I met the man I want to marry. . check
Go back to NYC .. Marry that man... check
Live Happily Ever After ... check !
We used to come up here every Fall .. apple picking with the children, Autumn weekends for a romantic getaway, staying in an old Inn, ( The Beekman Arms, oldest Inn in North America) eating in a fabulous small French restaurant that rivaled some of those posh overpriced places in the City.
|The Beekman Arms|
picking apples and choosing pumpkins for Halloween.
Going to Olana, the home of the artist Frederick Church.
Maybe the gardens will be waking up too .. although more snow is forecast .. good god when will it end ...
When I lost my husband, I wanted to leave here .. It was too painful to be here without him, I was afraid of everything and I was so alone.
I am still alone although I sort of know more people but I am more comfortable and confident again.
And I am thinking , if I can sell this house and move into something smaller, warmer and cozy, why not stay here ?
All the reasons we moved here, are still here ... my husband is gone but the place remains.
So maybe, I will too.
Or I will give in to the call to Go South ..
|Tara ... is that you ?|