The Balladeer sighs, looking thoughtful. "I don't know." Part of him wants to go back to Washington. It's the closest thing to a hometown he's got; he's been there more than anywhere else throughout the years. Still, part of him...really sort of doesn't.

"Probably somewhere less urban. I don't mind cities, but I've never had much of a chance to get out into the country. Most places aren't as built up as New York." He could even leave the country altogether, though the thought didn't even occur to him until just now. The idea of becoming an expatriate doesn't appeal, but maybe a short trip would be fun? Not that it matters anyway.