The Island

Dear New York,

After returning today from a ten day hiatus, I had a familiar feeling. It was about this time of year in 2002 that we first met. I had a lot of extra time, a lot of extra money, and a lot of ambition to travel on my own in a car from Dallas. I remember when I got here I took a, what seems crazy now, long walk from West Seventy-Seventh and Broadway down to Battery Park. As I arrived back today and was walking to lunch through Union Square, I was reminded of that walk. Maybe it was the cool fall weather, but I came to a realization while walking.

I am really going to miss you when this ends.

People tell me that after being with you for a year, that you are usually ready to leave. Unless something changes in the next three months, I can't imagine that will happen. I'm enjoying this and have met some great people. There truly is nobody else like you. I promise to cherish these next several months with you.

Yours Truly,
j

Today's title by The Decemberists