Falling in Love with Central Park

I must confess: I’m in love with NYC. My love grows even stronger in the fall.

I always tell Paul that if we accidentally fall into a goldmine, I want a place in NYC…I want the steps, the flowers on the stoop, and my favorite market down the street. Then Paul reminds me we’ve actually fallen face first in a money pit thanks to the precious gift of inheritance. It is then, all at once, that I am suddenly jolted back to reality. Not that a NYC pad was even close to feasible before I inherited my little house on the prairie…

But a girl can dream right?

Lucky for us, we live just a short train ride away from the big city lights. I used to think being born a Jersey Girl was a sweet little blessing in disguise. Now, I know for sure it was. The older I get the more I realize that having access to the beach, the city, and good pizza is truly something that should never be taken for granted. Never.