Time for this one to go home!
Albeit-more than a little sadly. One of the things I marvel about, in an age of jet air travel, is how I can wake up in a vibrant city like Munich, and then 18 hours later be laying my head down in a hick town like shopping mall. Given a choice, I’ll take the vibrant city every time. The life of the landed gentry in America may appeal to some-and once I thought it did to me-but not anymore. The boy has gotten off the farm-and has no desire to go back. Call me, a citizen of the world.
Now I just have to find a vehicle to fund that ambition.
Till then, God willing, I’ll be back at my desk in Dullsville tomorrow. See you there!
Welcome back Obama-san. This place has some really haaawwtt places you’d like to live in. You’d love Newark! You’d be all over living in Hartford! I know you’d be eager to live in a cutting edge city like Chicago…..except for all those cutting edges.
For goodness sake, MAN UP! Live where you want to live and stop complaining about where you live!
There this little issue of money…for the short term at least.