Last night, I closed the chapter on my 18-month long existence in Atlanta to start anew in NYC. Surprisingly, I was a little sad as the plane ascended, but all of that melted when we flew over the beautiful lit-up Manhattan skyline. It was almost 10 pm, the city was lit up and looked like it should've been encased in a snow globe. Then, inexplicably, I started seeing fireworks go off in no less than three nearby locations. Now this was July 2nd, not the 4th, so I'd like to assume that those were welcome gifts for me.
Though the future is still a little ambiguous, I'm certain that the city will be an inspiration, a foil, and sometimes a cruel mistress. I'm glad to be back.