Been feeling very nostalgic the last few days and have been missing the heck out of NYC. Don't really know why, except perhaps that the sun has finally decided to appear for three consecutive days, and I'm reminded what these cool-ish, heady days are like in the Big Apple before the humid blast kicks in.
They're pretty nice.
I can't wait for our best boy to have his first trip home, to play in Central Park, to ride the subway, to stroll through his neighborhood and feel the energizing hum that only Gotham has to offer. I don't know when that will be, or under what circumstances we'll make that happen, but we will.
That's our Emerald City after all, and after some trials and tribulations, Dorothy does get there.
With brains, courage, and heart.