Grain Of Salt

"Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their husbands." Ephesians 5:24
*From the author's imagination and gathered assumptions:

The conversations about leaving New York have begun and one pair of wandering shoe's have the urge for going, while the other stands firm on Manhattan's bedrock.

Rewind four long Autumn's ago, sitting in the middle of my living room floor, packing up my secure life in boxes, answering the call for change that swelled in my soul because my mind suffered from mediocrity in Atlanta....
My understanding husband leaned on the sidearm of our leopard chair and said he was glad he wasn't making the move.
Fast forward four springs and it's him who clings to this island of misfit toys.
 He's happy.  The kind of happy he wasn't in Georgia.

It's him that looks past the mountains of rotting garbage and sees the Cheshire cat moon smiling at the end of a cherry blossom filled street.
It's him who notices steam rising off the Hudson at sunrise as rush hour commuters are opening their eyes and turning over their engines.
The perfect wood fired crust washed down with a cold draft on a spring Sunday is enough to get him through the week....Walking through Lincoln Center abuzz with black suits and floor length gowns of visitors worldwide only brings pride to his Manhattan residency....Union Square farmers market crowded with city chefs and heroin induced sun worshipers isn't a an indulgent inconvenience, but what makes this city great.
Subway musicians, acrobats, opera singers, beggars, pleaders, gropers, streakers, screamers, and smelly sleepers are still his eccentric neighbors along side him on the wild and crazy ride.

Me. I'm just tired.  And ready to draw a fat red line through the words - Live in New York City- and move on down my Bucket List.