I had begun associating New York City with self-realization. It was, after all, where I’d met you and where you lived. Since your reading in Union Square, I’d come to view the city as a playground where dreams go to actualize. It was no coincidence that many of my favorite books—A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Invisible Man, The Bonfire of the Vanities, Motherless Brooklyn—were set in New York. Living in New York would also situate me closer to the museum scene: the Met, MoMA, Guggenheim, Whitney. And closer to you.
