Today marks one complete year of me living in New York City. I still love it.
I will not be celebrating this milestone here in the City, however, because in four hours I am supposed to be out of bed for a ski trip to Hunter Mountain. Just a day trip. It's been years since I donned a pair of skis. We'll see how it goes. My knees feel older than they did in 2002. Or was it 2003? My mind is slipping, as well.
I can't wait to see what Year #2 has in store for me.
For now, I suppose I should go to bed.