I love New York. I’m glad I live there. With that said, I’m glad to be spending Christmas where I am safe from the weather gods who just dumped over a foot of snow on the northeast. I woke up to a light dusting of two inches. This seems just right.

It’s good to have time with family. I wasn’t able to spend Thanksgiving with them (although I did receive and incredibly generous invitation from my roommate Ed to join his family in Connecticut, one which I gratefully accepted), so from watching the Cats on a real TV, to a Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert, making chocolate fudge, shoe shopping, and family dinners, it’s good to be home.

Right now I’m just taking it easy. But there’s exciting news on the horizon, and I’m looking forward to getting back home. Because New York is home now, and I’ll be back for the New Year.