I have been in California since the 23rd of December. Up until recently I was visiting my family but duty calls and I made the transition to a lovely hotel for a work conference that was conveniently located here... Nice, right?
Well, after a couple of weeks I can say I want to go home.
Back to New York that is.
Now before all of you freezing in arctic temperatures chew me out, I fully appreciate that 69 degree weather in January is an anomoly and therefore I should keep my mouth shut. But I'm tired of living like a nomad, want to get back to my bed and my life and there is a particularly loud tantrum-throwing child that seems to have taken up residence in the hotel room next to mine (I dare say there might be two! Help me. I'm going to lose it.) and I can hear him or her perfectly clearly.
Time to pack it in, say goodbye to the place no one understands why I left, and get my butt back into the 22 degrees.
It's gonna be cold but it's gonna be NICE.
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