Lost and not yet found

It's been a while since I've posted.

I guess I haven't really had time to sit down and think about what it is that I'm feeling. The last couple of months have been a whirlwind of work, airports, airplanes, and hotels, none of which really help when you're trying to move and adjust to life and rhythm of a new city.

The short of it is that I've resigned to the fact that I'm merely a San Franciscan who happens to live in NYC. I work SF hours (and then some), I try to eat like I live in SF (harder than it sounds), and I generally eschew all of the very quintessential things about living in New York: staying up late (except to work), partying during the week, partying during the weekend, drinking a lot, drinking a lot while partying, and shockingly, even shopping. Part of this is by choice, and part out of necessity and self-preservation -- but one thing is clear, I don't really fit in here. And I don't really care. And maybe that in and of itself *does* make me fit in?

I won't lie. I'm feeling a bit lost right now. And no signs of being found anytime soon.