Ah, the age-old question – where in this vast world would this irreverent, charming, and slightly neurotic soul choose to hang plant her hundred or so pair of shoes? As a seasoned nomad who has waltzed through the streets, while in there, of over 24 cities, the answer is a dance as intricate as the streets of New York.

Let me start by stating the obvious: I’m a die-hard New Yorker. The city’s skyscrapers are my urban redwoods, and the myriad of restaurants – well, they’re a symphony of flavor that enhance my life. Add the subway system, and you’ve got a city that’s as chaotic and comforting as your favorite dysfunctional family gathering.

But, admittedly life is a series of adventures, not just a subway ride, and there are other cities that have caught my eye. Hong Kong, for instance – a skyline that tickles the clouds, pork dishes that rival New York’s best, and a train system whivh was easy to navigate. The energy of this city is like a shot of espresso to the soul – a symphony of sights and sounds that leave you electrified. Similar to that is Tokyo which has always been one of my favorite trips.

Then there’s Barcelona, the city of ham, art, and a culture that dances between tradition and avant-garde. I’ve lived there before, but I suspect experiencing it with my more seasoned, worldly eyes would be like watching a favorite movie in high definition – a delightful rediscovery.

Then there’s London. Well, that’s almost too easy. It’s the New York of Europe – a bustling metropolis with its own charming chaos.

If I’m going to live abroad, why not toss ten city names into a hat, draw one randomly, and let fate decide? But which ten cities, you ask? A tricky question, indeed. I’d need representation from each continent, a global buffet of possibilities.

The challenge is real as I contemplate what’s next. Do I yearn for the sizzling energy of Hong Kong, the artistic embrace of Barcelona, or the familiar chaos of London? Or do I let fate take the wheel and trust that wherever I land, it’ll be a chapter worth writing?

So here I am, contemplating life’s grand shuffle, a cosmic game of city roulette. The world is my oyster, and I’m ready to slurp it down, witty commentary and all. Well, actually, that is a bad metaphor. But, I think you get my point. I’m supremely allergic to fish. Cheers to the next destination!