It’s 5pm and I feel like its past midnight.  I’m exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally.  It was a whirlwind of a week.  We (Sir and I) spent four days in Manhattan with his mother. Four days.  It doesn’t seem like a long time and while it flew by, it also drug on painfully slow.  A mix of exploring New York for the first time with a native; skipping most of the tourist attractions and enjoying the kooks and crannies of the city.  I saw the Rockettes in Radio City Music Hall, I took the subway, had breakfast (and lunch) at the corner Irish Bar.  I window shopped on the upper East Side and the Lower West side.  I ate a $50 steak and drank beer for breakfast. 

But the week wasn’t about vacationing, it was about Family.  Both Sir and I had emotional time, trying to reconnect with our families and bringing our families together.  Yes, his mother spent my family.  Finally we’re home go back to the relaxing chaos of our lives.  I’m teaching in Philly, He’s vending in Virginia, we are celebrating New Years….

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