It's 2011 and I'm back in New York.
Did I think it was possible to live again in the city? Part of me always thought I'd be back, but it was always like thinking about of taking cooking classes; yeah I wanted to do it and yeah I looked it up on the Internet -- but I never seriously considered it a reality since there were so many other things to do beforehand and I was reasonably happy with where I was.
If 2010 was the year of the airport lounge - waiting to go someplace, waiting to get on with it, waiting for people to come back - then what does 2011 promise, now that I'm off? Am I still flying or have I landed?