Homesick

"It is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal. Its politics are used to frighten children. Its traffic is madness. Its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it—once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no other place is good enough."

I've been missing New York a lot lately. My standard answer when people ask how I like L.A. is, "It's not New York." And that's really the best I can do because it's not New York. Because I miss New York. Really, though, I miss my friends. I miss being there for the good and the bad (both of which I missed last week). I miss having a shoulder to cry on and offering a shoulder to others. And L.A.? The weather's nice, but this is no city.