This time last year I was in New York. Beautiful Manhattan skylines inspiring all sorts of daydreams in my mind of living in a city like that. Grand and fast, Art Deco architecture and so many beautiful public spaces. A 10 year old in tow showing me that swinging from street posts and counting squirrels is just as magical as seeing a Frida Kahlo in a gallery. This last weekend we spent a sunny time in Sydney. Another beautiful city and more of the same thoughts…living elsewhere. There’s no particular reason for the longing. Perhaps it’s just the gypsy heart in me. For now I am stuck in bed with the flu and far away places are just what I want to be reminded off.