home

I've returned home from four days in New York City and realized that I had missed her terribly.  There really isn't anywhere else on earth that even comes close to the feelings that she stirs in me- possibility, adventure, exploration.  I'll admit that I'm still learning my way around, still figuring how/when/where the subways travel, where the boroughs are in relation to one another and with each trip, I learn more and observe more and become a little less tourist and a little more visitor.  I loved watching the musicians, children, wanderers, and wide-eyed newcomers make their own experience.  I certainly do make mine but I have to wonder this time, if I have returned home or did I just leave it?