Eleven months after my ill fated move to New York, a few months after opening my own consulting business, I got a call: My successor at my old company had up and left, my old boss wanted to know if I could help fill in for a little while until they found someone else. I loved my old job and all the folks I worked with, I need new clients for my new business anyway, so I said, yes. I committed to arrange a big campaign for them remotely and offered to return to San Francisco for a few weeks when it was all prepped to help out with its launch in person.

Working remotely was easier than I had expected, and when I did arrive back in San Francisco to help with the final launch, it felt so amazing to see all my old colleagues again.  My old boss and I had a wild idea…what if I could stay-on, in some semi-remote capacity, and keep working with my old organization? I agreed to a one year contract, after all, I did need the business, and I did love spending time at my old job. And so began a brand new, jet set, phase of my life, and this blog: A Little Here and a Little There.

On my flight back home, I got to reflecting: Obviously, there was no escaping the fact that I was still a New Yorker. My husband, his lucrative job, my other big client and my home were all there. And yet, it felt like something had shifted, like the darkest-of-dark days in Gotham were behind me. I realized that when I was at my most devastatingly depressed, I  believed that the terrible NY life I had would never change. Now, I understood, that why there is no going back to the life I had before, it was equally insane to believe that I wouldn’t move forward either, that nothing would ever budge, that there was no out, no escape, no reality aside from my depressed stuckedness. So here it is, a new door, a new chapter, and, as we will see, a new set of challenges and suffering to go along with it. Delta Million Miles Club here I come…