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.