Turn On The Bright Lights

New York, New York during the aughts was a special time. I was living in California and working remotely for a European company with a NYC office. I was required to be in-office a few times per month. Being regularly bicoastal was taxing, but also a very exciting time. It had its dark patches of course, but those have mostly been drummed out of my memory by alcohol and selective memory. My anthem was Turn on the Bright Lights and nourishment was primarily up to Harry. Air travel was my living room. New York was my playground. Getting to go back to the West Coast was my salvation.

No better way to say it: I love NY.