That sounds like the worst song or poem title ever, doesn’t it? But it’s certainly accurate. For the second time in a row I’ve come to NYC for work and absolutely loved it and, for the second time in a row, I’m very happy to be getting back to my normal life. I miss my wife and my kids and my dog and my house and all of that. I get nostalgic some times for what could have been had I stayed in New York as a young man, but I hear more and more of the people I know my age who still live in the city and almost all of them talk of getting out at some point. You’ve got to have a ton of money or a ton of energy to make New York City really work for you and at this point in my life, I’m not loaded with either.
But it’s fun to visit and pretend I’m a local for a week and spend some time at the Random House tower like a big shot publishing employee and then got back to the real world where I actually get stuff done and have a much better work situation going for me. I talk a lot about how great my life is now but it needs to be mentioned on a regular basis so I don’t get complacent in my gratitude. I have a great life and I know it. The only thing I didn’t get to do this time because of a tight schedule, was get out to a Broadway show. There are so many musicals I want to see so hopefully when I come back in May I’ll get to at least one show.
Today before I headed to the airport I got to play tourist a little and go buy the kids soveiners at the Build-A-Bear Workshop and take some pictures around Rockefeller Center. Go tourism. Then I had lunch with good friends and here I am back in LaGuardia, one of the ugliest, but most convenient airports ever.