A year ago, I was in New York.
Six months ago, I was in New York.
I woke up this morning in Boston, packed my bag, took a cab, and boarded the Acela. Before I knew it, I was in New York again.
And when I got off at Penn Station, I couldn't find a cab. I started walking uptown and, when A called, I knew I'd much rather talk and walk than hail a cab. So I went uptown, then crosstown, and talked to A, with cold hands and the excitement that always comes when I arrive here.
Hi New York. It's been a while.