The time has come for me to leave New York City. After almost 2 whole days here on business, it just feels right.
It’s hard to pinpoint when New York officially was over for me. Was it this morning in my hotel room, when I got the check-in e-mail from Delta? Or 5 minutes later, when I took a taxi to the airport?
I can still recall the moment it all began like it was yesterday, because it was yesterday. I landed at J.F.K. on a misty Friday afternoon, to attend a conference on plastic utensils. I had finally realized my childhood dream of moving to the concrete jungle, where dreams are manufactured.
Reminds me of the many visitors who confuse Manhattan with NYC, and proclaim that they could never live here based on their extensive times square experience.