Today is the sixteenth anniversary of the day I arrived in New York. I came here for just six months. Who could have imagined the life that would unfold based on that one simple decision.
February 24th 1994. I was 26 years old. Looking back, it seems so young.
Today, as my almost-42 year old self had dinner with Oscar and the 3 native New Yorkers we created, I can’t imagine any other life.
Here is an article I wrote some time ago called “A leap of faith – a 3,000 mile journey to myself.”
The first 16 years were great. The next 16 are going to be spectacular. At least, that’s my plan …