I lived in New York for a time, and for that time I was so happy and so free. Everything changes they say.
My family and I visited on Christmas sometimes as a child. My mother's parents lived on Long Island, where the snow gets deep and beautiful. I can remember watching it from the front windows. Squeezing behind the tree, and pushing aside the lace curtains in their heavily garlic scented house.
Everything in life takes effort. What good is a step in any direction if you have no idea where you want to go?