2nd Blogiversary

It passed right by and I didn't realize until now. 2 years here. Wow. Cool.

From my first post a little more than 2 years ago:

"But, sometimes I feel rather alone in this big city all by myself. My love for this place is peppered with bitter drops of sadness that only reveal themselves at my weakest moments. I think that's pretty typical. Not sure if that's something that ever truly goes away. All New Yorkers carry with them some sort of conflict. It's a badge of courage, honor, stubbornness - whatever it is it's stamped into you the day you cross over the bridge, come through the tunnel, glimpse that Gotham skyline."

It's still true. I love this place. I love it and it beats me down sometimes and I love it even more.