New York, New York

Last week on my facebook page, I wrote that I was missing New York. Something about this past week has made me miss it.

Then I heard the song, "New York, New York" and it made it worse at first.

See, I have a funny history with that song. I used to hate it because they play it at the end of every Yankees game and I'm a huge Red Sox fan.

Now I actually love it. New York was my first "adult" home. New York was where I challenged myself and became someone I was/am really proud of. New York was the place where I met my husband.

And since it was the place I met my husband, I made "New York, New York" the last song at our wedding reception. When the song came on, people gathered in a circle with us and with arms around each other, we all did the chorus line kicks and sang our hearts out.

If you know me, you know I hate corny dances (the macarena, electric slide, cupid shuffle, etc. were all banned at my wedding), but because this happened naturally, I loved it.

I felt so much love in that circle and I'll never forget it. So when I'm sad about missing New York, sometimes I just play this song and remember the love.