Last November, when we lit that huge paper lantern in Taiwan, I wrote that I wished to have a momofuku milk bar birthday cake for by birthday. Well, I never did have that cake, but I did get some birthday cake truffles, which was pretty darn close.
In all honesty, it was completely unanticipated that I would be going back to New York (and on nearly the same dates!) a year later. Even with all the pestering and persuasion. No. Nada.
But New York, oh boy, she never fails to amaze. The charming mish-mash of old and new architecture - brick walls and fire escapes amidst glass panes and towering monuments, how many things a single supermarket can stock, that everyone has fabulous footwear. Even the deafening rattle of the subway grows on you.
It's been a week, and most of my photos have been uploaded, the suitcases unpacked, the prosaic of the everyday returned to. I can't help by feel an odd combination of yearning and disbelief that this long-awaited trip, is over.
New York, I'll be back.