Well, that's what it feels like. 'Home' was the first word on my lips as my taxi cruised over Ocean Parkway and I saw the Manhattan skyline. Home. I haven't been here since 2002 but NYC has been in my dreams at night, albeit twisted and re-arranged, ever since. She's haunted and called me all my life (ever before I met her) and I can say I feel my happiest when I'm here. Reuinted and returned. I'm staying in a beautiful landmark house in Brooklyn Heights - a delicate brownstone with high ceilings. I have my own little studio flat in the basement, complete with white iron bedstead and a real Carrie Bradshaw style bathroom. I'm staying with Diana and John - relations of a friend. I didn't know them 'til yesterday, but they have welcomed
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