It's fitting — because this is where I lived when I started making my living from writing. It wasn't much of a living in those days. McCall's Magazine barely paid its young editors enough to live on. I had a second job as a live-in "mother's helper" for a crazy and lovable family on the Upper West Side to make ends meet.
But I was living the dream: writing, editing, soaking up the sights and sounds of the city and walking everywhere.
I still write and edit every day, but the setting has changed. As much as I love New York City, I doubt I could ever live here again.
It's part of me now, though, just as these two thousand blog posts are.