Returning to New York is like running in to a gorgeous ex -- not just any ex, but "the one that got away." The one you left saying "it's not you, it's me." The one that looks like a movie star to everyone else, but all you can see is how they look in the morning, with disheveled hair and coffee breath.
I moved abroad five years ago at the age of 24. First, it was four years in Germany teaching English while traveling through Europe. When I got tired of the cold weather, my boyfriend and I jetted off to Costa Rica for a new warmer life. Maybe my choices were a bit crazy, but I like to think of them as life affirming.