A friend of mine has flirted for years with moving back to her leafy little hometown north of Boston. It has beautiful homes with wide front porches, little kids playing in the streets, fire flies in the back yards, shrubs bursting with blueberries.
So, what’s holding her back? Well, there’s not a whole lot to do back in Brigadoon, and most of her friends live in New York—or at least pass through New York fairly regularly.
But the thing about New York is that there’s so much to do and so many people to see that no matter where you are or what you’re doing or who you’re with, you always have a tiny twinge that you should be somewhere else doing something different with someone other than the one you’re with.
And if you’re sitting at home doing nothing but, say, writing in your blog, you feel like a loser with a capital L!