Two years ago today
I started a consulting gig in New York City on July 12, 2004.
Prior to that day my NYC memories were confined to New Year’s Eve going into 1992 and a nightmare wrong turn sometime in 2000 or so. I’d never spent a night in New York City and felt no attraction to it. I wouldn’t have believed that today, two years later, the city would be my home.
The day I arrived the city was hot, cloudy, and rainy. The people were all strangers and the office where I was working was a dump. I clearly remember being excited and happy. Why did I fall in love with New York City that day?