After two weeks in Texas my first full work day back in NYC felt the way my mom’s macaroni and cheese tastes – like no one else could ever make anything just like it.
I didn’t cringe as the man, much taller than me, took a deep breath down my neck, or scream excuse me to the man who refused to budge as I got off the train. Today I just sucked in my gut and squeezed by not caring at all about my shrinking personal space.
I looked at the billboards that surrounded me with shows I’d never watch and products I’d never buy but I was happy to have them so near.
I listened intently as music I didn’t like blared from car windows and didn’t become annoyed as someone spoke a different language in my ear.
If there was ever any doubt in my mind about how much I love NYC it is gone.
This city is where I belong!