Back from New York

Back in Hong Kong after a long 15-hour flight from New York, where I spent a terrific week with someone special.  We did the NY thing: spent a weekend in the Hamptons, saw Broadway musicals, picnicked in Central Park.  New York is one of those overpowering cities that feels, in spite of yourself,  like a third player in your relationship, especially if only one of you lives there.  It’s iconic, brimming with personality, larger than life.  I find myself mentally subtracting NYC from the equation when I assess what’s going on, so I’m not unfairly affected by its power.  Like it says in that song, I don’t want to be caught between the moon and New York city, I want to make sure it’s real.