Have I ever mentioned how much I love New York City?
Seven months in, I am starting to think this is more than just an infatuation. Taxes aside, I adore this city; life is fab with the
long-suffering ever-wonderful Mr. P and the oh-so-delightful C. This is a far cry from how I felt about Hong Kong; I never truly belonged nor felt at home. I am not sure if I ever want to live there again.
So the Big Apple… Despite what everyone feel / say about Americans *insert unflattering adjectives*, I have never been offered so many helping hands in the last 7 months compared to 7 years in HK (shame on you peeps in HK).
We are pretty much settled: After over 10 years in the Equity, FX and Currency businesses, Mr. P is slowly but surely getting a hang of Fixed Income. Once again, he has proved himself to be a superstar. I am enjoying work. I know it sounds silly; I am not in a creative field nor am I watching the markets and making big bucks but I truly relish being in a professional environment and expanding my knowledge. Most importantly, C is thriving. She loves her school and she talks about her teachers and classmates all the time.
It remains to be seen but I think (so far) this move has been great for us.