NYC bound

Writing this from the train to New York. Land of dreams. Home of some of the most formative experiences of my lifetime. I return often but somehow the feelings haven't diminished: I miss it but I am glad I don't live there anymore.

I have great memories: I remember 111th and Broadway, I remember Columbia, I remember moving to Brooklyn and finding an apartment on Graham and Ainslie. I remember hanging up my keys next to Dani's, making hummus with Aaron, going to happy hour after happy hour. Grad school "prom," Halloween in Red Hook, riding my bike along the East River. I remember Barcade, Milon, Polished salon, going to NBC to visit Dani, working at Legal Aid, working at the Women's Center, having a kinda crazy life that was kinda working for me, having lots of dates, riding the subway...

I am always here for work but this time I have a couple nights this week that I could have free and I am wondering what I would like to do with my time. A few people want to see me so I will have to figure that out, and I would really like to go to Milon for dinner one of the nights and hang around the east village for a drink...