I’m in New York for the week, now that I’m back from the destination wedding. We’re staying at a friend’s apartment. He’s now married, to a woman with her own apartment (and they’ve also just closed on a house upstate), so we’ve got his place to ourselves. After our plane landed, in the car ride from JFK into Manhattan, The Suitor asked me what I missed about the city. I had to think for a bit. "Not the shopping," I said, which is a strange response, given how great New York shopping is. I thought about answering "food delivery," but I don’t miss that either. I prefer to cook now that we have an actual proper kitchen and room to invite people over. "I miss Serendipity." I actually meant the place, not the meaning. The frozen peanut butter hot chocolates, the Tiffany lamps, the foot long hot dogs (even though I never order one; I like the idea that I can), the crowds with strollers. I miss that. Of course I miss my friends. "I miss the culinary diversity. Austin is a lot of corn chips." Austin has a lot of great tex-mex and bbq. "I miss Balthazar’s onion and goat cheese tart. I miss Ino, being able to duck into an inexpensive shop for a truffle egg sandwich and carafe of white, and not worrying how I’ll get home (without drunk driving). But I don’t miss any of it enough to want to move back. Not yet. People, it seems, want me to choose. To prefer one to the other. I don’t. I love New York. I’m also having fun falling in love with Austin and my new friends there. I guess it’s like preferring one child over the other. Right now, I’m happy with both. And it doesn’t hurt that I get to return to New York so often. I’ll be back again in August for book tour… and I’m here until Friday night… so I’ve got some eating to do.