Hi! In October 2010, I moved from San Francisco to Manhattan with my husband, daughter, and twin boys. Since then I've been busy teaching myself and my kids how to hail a cab, fly a kite in Central Park, and walk across the Brooklyn Bridge with style. And a few other things. I write about those other things here. Thanks for stopping by!
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Since moving to the city, staying home all day is usually my last resort. My apartment has limited sunshine (except at 5am--great light then), no outdoor space, and my couch smells weird. After living here a few years, I forgot staying home is a valid option. Our vacation rental had enough bathrooms, televisions, and light switches to keep us occupied all day long without stepping foot in a car. Not to mention a pool and enough outdoor space to play with a huge parachute (20-Feet) pictured above. I shipped it out to Florida before we left. Now that I'm back, I don't know what I'm going to do with it. Maybe we'll bust it out in Central Park and invite random local kids to join us. While I would prefer to parachute my afternoon away with my extended family and old friends in Florida, there's also something magical about experiencing life with people I've just met. I'm glad to be home.