pointing out the devastation from hurricane sandy, i was recently asked if i still wanted to move to new york city.
"absolutely," i said.
i'm no new yorker. born and raised on the west coast in sunny southern california, i'm the furthest thing from it. but i fell in love with the city on my first trip roughly a decade ago and my affection has grown with each subsequent trip. there's something about being there that runs deeper than the words i have at my grasp.
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