Home, this is my home?

So it was four days in NYC. Four days sounded so long yet when so quickly. It is interesting to do NYC with 16-18 year olds that do not belong to you. What about the times they don't fall in love with the MoMA like you? What about the times when you realize a young man named Matthew and a young girl named Abby become two of your heroes? It is different...
I love NYC. It is my second city for so many reasons. I fell in love again with the East Village & meatpacking industry. There is a tiny Christian Louboutin boutique with no prices on the shoes that are works of art. Elizabeth took me to Pastis for brunch & it is all you see in celebrity rags. Seeing Wicked with Meghan & Beth is powerful. Everyone should seriously see Wicked. Seeing Billy Elliott with MC is all it should be.
Coming home to the superhero John Stroud & Stroud girls is always so sweet. Still leaving NYC is leaving a part of me. The smells, the food, the people, the art, the subway, the energy, the lights....it whispers to me all the way down south.
On the home front, I have seen all performances & movies except 127 hours (just couldn't go there). I am puling for Colin Firth, The King's Speech, Melissa Leo, Christian Bale. I really thought it was a good year for movies. My loves: The King's Speech, The Fighter, True Grit, Despicable Me.
Product love tomorrow....