One day I will come back. Not on just another red eye, not for yet one more weekend gig. That day I will come back for good. I will walk down the Avenue to hear the rustling of crisp autumn leaves. I will take a seat in the Village to sip my coffee with deliberate relish. I will climb up on the Building to take in the breadth of the place. I will be unafraid, I will carry on, I will take the A train to the proverbial top of the world. I will claim the city and she will lay her claim on me. I will come back. I will be home.