Tuesday was perfectly 'holidayed' for my taste. I rushed around finishing things up and cleaned up my desk before I headed out for the holiday break. The annual team gift exchange brought a familiar X rated touch that is almost trademark of the group and I love it. I couldn't work with anyone else...ok, I could, it just wouldn't have the same amount of craziness and amusement. We followed it up with some bowling all while I hoped the snow would cease so I could get out of JFK.
Luckily, the precipitation did cease. I arrived in Minnesota. I experienced the softest landing of a plane that I can remember. As a true Minnesotan reminder of where I live, the plane pulled up to an alternate gate because the original gate was frozen shut.
Every time I leave New York, I miss it. It's an inevitable and reliable feeling that occurs within 48 hours of departing from the city. Here is the trigger this time. I was watching 'Keeping the Faith' this morning and Edward Norton says* "...the true New Yorkers' secret belief is that people living anywhere else had to be, in some sense, kidding themselves." Three years ago I didn't understand how a dirty, crazy, expensive, big city could be so captivating and attractive. I catch scenes in movies and know the places they shot it- places I walk through casually. Celebrity sightings are something to tiredly nod at or to believe it was meant to be, depending on the person - either way, it's an unalienable right in a common place kind of way. As I've said so many times before, NY and I have a love-hate relationship. I love to hate it. I hate to love it.
*It came from either from Woody Allen or John Updike (describing Henry Bech. I tried looking up the actual origin and can't seem to trace it...also, excuse my very loose restated interpretation of the quote...
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