Being a California girl, New York City (in my age 16 imagination) was either the uptown of MANHATTAN or the downtown and Brooklyn of DESPERATELY SEEKING SUSAN. I realized last night that in fact, those two NYCs were my reality for the dozen years I lived there. How lucky am I? For a city to be everything your 16-year-old mind dreamed of, and more? I still miss NYC terribly, a year after moving. I wonder when that will fade, the wistfulness.