New York Again

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.