I asked her what she thought our regular hang out would be if we moved to New York. She told me it would be Eataly and within seconds, we were talking about the Prime Rib Roll that changed my life and hers.
Kesh's anxiety left and she reminded herself that we've taken somewhere in the vicinity of 60 flights together.
While I type, we're flying over Denmark, out of Oslo and into Paris. I'm sitting in the row in front of Kesh and Roo and their heads keep popping over the head rests, filled with smiles. And we're talking about moving to New York. It's the city I can't get out of my mind.
We're considering entering the lottery for a Visa, so I can work in the States for a little while. Maybe six months, maybe a year, maybe more. And maybe not at all. But maybe. For me, life is possibility.
Oslo was beautiful. We caught trains and buses and walked a whole bunch. I'm kinda bummed we didn't get out of the city and north to the crazy fjords that I dreamt of but I've vowed to come back and do Norway properly. I've also been shooting film, which won't be blogged until we get home (so I can get it scanned) so here's what I shot on my digital gear.