I miss New York like crazy.
With the recent change of jobs and, well, being “in-between” opportunities right now, I’m kind of free to move wherever I want.
I say “kind of” because I’m not rich (yet!?). It’s not easy to just get up and move back to New York from California to search for work back home – where things are expensive. But I’m making some plans and getting my home inventory together for selling off my life to do it.
But here’s the thing. My hound Baxter is coming with me, and it’s going to be quite a journey for the little guy.
He’s a California hound.
He knows of green grass and warm to cool temperatures.
He knows nothing of snow.
He’s okay with rain.
I’ve not a clue what he’ll do with ice.
Maybe he’ll eat it? Maybe he’ll grow found of the taste of snow?
He’ll have to learn to poop on concrete if we can’t make it to the grass fast enough.
He’ll have lots of smells because New York is a cesspool of smells.
He’ll find new friends that will make his wag his tail.
And maybe I’ll find things to make my tail wag, too.
Unless a job comes up in Los Angeles. If one does get offered to me, then I guess if it’s a great one – I’ll stay a little longer.
But I’ll still miss New York, and I’ll long to see my hound romp in the snow for the first time.