This Week

It’s weird.

I’ve hit that age when my parents’ house no longer feels like ‘home’ to me, and my home does.

Have you hit that point in your life yet?

Don’t get me wrong – I do love escaping the city for a few days, and sharing my childhood favorites with Rho and creating new traditions. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner at my cousin’s house, took Rho to this holiday train ride and the farm in my childhood hometown to visit the cows and eat apple cider donuts.

And, of course, eat Taco Bell.

But it’s easier being home in New York. And I, for one, am ready to get home.

In case you missed it…

photo by Igor Ovsyannykov on Unsplash