The expression "shop till you drop" had to have been invented with this city in mind. Manhattan in the winter takes me back to the days before I left for Europe. I was young, pregnant with my first child, working for a production company, and had very little time for myself. My husband and I were struggling to make ends meet, and to stay together. Times were tough. It was the winter that would herald in the beginning of the end of life as I knew it, and my marriage.
It's taken eighteen years to return to my city. To change the course of my life. Eighteen years to become the women I am, and a person I admire. Today I can walk through the streets of Manhattan and shop till I drop, have drinks with friends, and go home on NJ Transit knowing I am the master of my own destiny.
Life feels good these days. I am free from the shackles of disappointment and fear. Today my sons are men, and we are developing friendships, and bonds, that I never knew possible.
They light the tree on December 2nd this year. If I remember correctly, it is always the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. I hope to be there with my sons. I want to herald in the season with love and joy. With appreciation of all I have and have accomplished on my own, and with the help of dear friends.
I wish everyone a wonderful holiday season filled with loved ones, good times, and many happy moments that will be remembered always.
Joy To The World!
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