I snapped this photo a few years ago from the top of the Empire State Building.
You can see the Statue of Liberty in the upper right hand corner.
Every time I think of leaving; every time I think the City has driven me away for good this time, I pull out this picture and remember where I am from.
And I remember going to the top of the Empire State Building close to midnight one Christmas with Dileep, in our Santa hats, laughing and freezing. I remember the Christmas parties downtown, which you can see from the top of the building. I remember running over New York Harbor; feet pounding over the Verrazano Narrows Bridge.
I look at this and I remember that I am a New Yorker.
(Throughout the month of June, I’ll be writing a series of New York-related posts, and/or inviting some friends to guest post about their New York experiences, to celebrate my eight years in New York City.)