Later today I am flying to New York City.  For years, I have gone back and forth between living in Los Angeles and living in New York City, though as of late, I have not been back as often as I would like.  The City welcomes me with activity and familiar places, while at the same time, slapping me wide awake with reality (and in March, with cold).  Yet, each time I go back to the City that first opened its arms to me and started me on a path that I would not change for the world, I am grateful.  There are certain phases of my life that could not have been complete without New York City.  There are friends who have become family who greet me with a warmth and familiarity that truly makes me wish that I could live in two places at once.  NYC, today I come home.  It's not a long visit, but as always, it will be filled with adventure, opportunity, and love.