• Day 118. New York, NY. (May 22nd, 2012. 11pm) I treated myself to a $40 cab ride from the airport to home.  It was late and I was tired and unwilling to ride the bus and then hop on the train with all my luggage.  I got in a cab and as soon as we hit the FDR I was sooo happy to see that skyline.  I’ve felt this way before – when I came back from a three month trip to South America, EVERY SINGLE TIME I came back to the city (which was often for shows) when I lived and studied in Boston and I think even as a kid growing up in Rochester when we would come down to the city to visit family.  This place is so exciting and wonderful to me, I guess it just means that it is home.  When I left for Washington D.C. in March I wasn’t sure if I was going to come back. I kind of felt convinced that I was going to plant some roots in Seattle.  After a month or so away though I just felt her whispering to me, “Marye, come back we love your energy and you love ours” she said in her green breathy tone.  I saw a documentary on Bill Cunningham, the photographer for the New York Times Styles section while I was in Seattle.  It made me think about all the artists who live here and the rawness of their experience.  Something about it is so romantic to me. I guess I am one of those people who just LOVES this city; who feels a very deep commitment to it. Yeah. It feels nice to be home.