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November 29, 2006

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Hear hear to roaming! You are spot on, my friend.

And you live in a mansion. Who wouldn't want to come home to that!

The one thing I always notice about Boston is that those who have roots here always come back. We travel, we live elsewhere for a while, but Boston remains a home base that we always return to for the long haul.

Maybe it's a black hole.

Kidding. I love this city and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. Welcome home!

Enrique!

Puh-lease. First of all, you can't keep changing your mind about where this home of yours is-if you do then how was the place you left enough of emotional meaning to be called home? second if you leave NY you can visit but you can not be a New Yorker those of us who truly are do not leave-so choose wisely.

As I said, I haven't completely made up my mind on this topic; I would love to say it's as simple as "Oh, New York, of course" but the fact is I like my life here in Boston and I like the calmness and the way things are set up, and seeing Manhattan now is a mixed bag of good things (convenience, energy) and bad(too much stress, too much hassle, and sometimes just too much). As I said, I knew my Manhattan apartment was home when I saw it, and I know this house is home now that I'm in it; when it's not, I think I will know that too, but that is not now, and not likely to change anytime soon.

Of all my friends - especially my New York friends, no one is more admamant than you, Jennifer (and I wouldn't expect any less of you), but Kate has the lure of a life based in Boston dead to rights: you leave, travel elsewhere and come back. What I didn't get into this post as I had originally conceived it is that I think Logan may be one of the best airports for its city - it is still minimal frills and focused, in its Puritan, work-ethic way on the essentials - you will be leaving, there's a chair, and there's the door. As opposed to those mall airports in sunbelt cities out in layover country (while I love DFW and ATL as airports, I would never live in either place; but I love flying through them). Boston isn't for layovers - you come, or you go. And if you go, you may well come back. And in its cold, New English way, Boston will welcome you back with shrug and a half smile.

Wherever I was, wherever I ultimately will be, I will always be a traveler, a searcher, someone who roams. That's just who I am, and I rather like it that way.

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