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I have a love/hate relationship with New York City. I love the city itself, but I hate the reason that I’ve been able to spend so much time here over the last 3 years (another story, another time). Still, on those occasions when I can just relax and take in the city, I find myself enthralled. It’s a place unlike anywhere else I’ve ever been and it speaks to the part of me that wants to be at the center of things. Those moments when I can just soak in the vitality of the city – they’re fun. This week was one of those times.
Nineteen years ago I had the chance to see a musical on Broadway for the first time. (I know – It would sound much better if I could say it was twenty years ago. Twenty is such a nice round number – but it was, in fact, nineteen years ago, and I don’t feel like waiting an entire year to write this, just so it has a nice clichéd opening. But I digress.) As I was saying – nineteen years ago I had the chance to see a musical on Broadway for the first time. Not only was it great show, I also learned a few things along the way: I really can do anything I set my mind to, young love is almost always misguided, and my father has a serious deficiency when it came to hotel nicknames.