I've missed New York.

I can't actually convey completely why I feel that way right now.

This return has made me feel as I never have that I really should stay in or near New York - that New York is no longer just a utilitarian location for me to get work here and there but instead is a place from which my life should revolve. A place where I should anchor myself. I don't see myself wanting to retire here, but a good portion of the rest of my adult life would be fine.

The setup I have now is ideal, to me - out of the city in a nice house, 2 blocks from the train, an easy commute.

Today I had some free time and found myself walking all over town, unconsiously retracing steps from years gone by.

I stood outside the theatre where I had my first broadway callback, not realizing where I was going when I walked there.

I grabbed coffee at a restaurant in The Village where I took my first date in NYC when I was like 22 or 23. Didn't even realize it was that place until I was leaving.

I walked by the building where a girl I fell vainly in love with lived once; had a smiling memory of an ill-timed, late-night, stolen rooftop kiss - framed six years ago when it happened on one side by the Empire State Building and one side by the WTC towers. I'd just stepped off the subway when I realized I was there - on my way to a friend's apartment.

It's a big city for that many unintentional nostalgia trips in one day.

Well, auditions are going very well - knock on virtual wood - so must go to bed to get up for a callback in the morning.