If I had been writing here 6 years ago, today would probably have been the day that I announced to my five or so readers that I was moving to New York.  My best friend had left the weekend before, and had arrived today, and I had decided that it must be done.  I would have written from the home of my friend Brian who kept me busy those first few days, as he knew how sad I was that Nathan had left.  He would be the one who would listen to me when my uncertainty about this decision waxed and waned.  I was so distressed every time I talked to Nathan on the phone, simply not being able to believe that I would see him again in only a few weeks, because really...who just up and moves of New York.  I would begin collecting boxes from the HRW Special Projects move to the 7th Floor, but would hold off on packing them for a few more weeks, because REALLY...who just up and moves to New York.  I would never believe that this would be permanent, or that my world would be so, so different than what I had anticipated.  Or that I would love it this much.  Or that there was any way I could’ve survived the things I have lived through here, or the people I have lived with.  Or that my world, and the world, would be an entirely different place than it was in June of 2002.
Tonight Nathan and I went with two of my most cherished NYC friends to hear the New York Philharmonic play in Central Park.  Enjoying the beautiful music, and the wonderful weather with people I love...the best way to celebrate a 6th New York-iversary.