The Carolinas is somewhere we’ve wanted to visit for a while. Early in 2014 we floated the idea to some good mates from our time in Malaysia (who now reside in Straya) and they accepted. In fact, one of them was speaking at a conference in Philadelphia later in the year. As it turns out, The Carolinas are beautiful in September. * Side note, If “The Carolinas” sounds familiar, it may be due to the book Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (or the movie).
I must admit, as much as I like the concept of living an uncomplicated life in “the country” someday, I absolutely loved New York City. And from this week-long encounter in The Big Apple, I’ve begun to let go of the notion that I’d thrive away from a big city. I am at heart, I believe, a city boy. I was intending to write up a loose diary of sorts for my wife and my first visit to New York City over Christmas, but a) I can’t remember everything we did to the letter, I mean, I have some notes scribed from a less distant memory, but there were so many little places, nooks, experiences that defy a quick description on this blog, and b) it’d take donkey’s years.
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