It was the best of times

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Many of us had to read A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens back in school. For me, the opening line was the highlight of the book and it went down sharply from there. But, that's just me. I'm sure many loved reading this book in high school English class.

California Girl and I went to Manhatten in 2004. Truth be known, it was all her idea and she took me kicking and screaming.

As soon as I got off the plane and got in a New York City cab, I was in love. Yes sir, New York was my kind of town. I had more fun in Manhatten than just about anywhere else I have been except maybe the mountains. I wanted to explore as much of it as possible. I wanted to eat as much of the food as possible. I wanted to live there.

It was an incredible eye opening experience for me.

But, there was one small problem. I would never be happy in the town I was living in again. I had to be big time and conquer new worlds.

It nearly killed me.

But, it was the best of times and I refuse to accept the worst of times anymore. I got to see one of the greatest cities in the world and then I got to move to another pretty nice place at least for a while.

My setbacks are temporary and I am determined to get through all of this with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

So, TAKE THAT BAD GUYS!!!!!!!!!!