It’s Friday night, and I am parked on the couch.
There’s no place I’d rather be.
It feels like I have spent the past two months on the road.
A week in Japan.
A long weekend in Kentucky.
Another week in Boston with Rory Dog.
Don’t get me wrong — I enjoyed all my trips, even the days and nights when I had to work. But I have missed my apartment and my adopted hometown.
When I moved to New York City eight years ago, I wanted to live in my favorite place to visit.
Time to play tourist right here at home!
