I'm home in New York right now and it seems like old times. I've gone shopping (oh, there's been a lot of shopping), seen friends from high school, had uninterrupted conversations with people, and just had time to think, explore and reconnect with myself (Sweet Jesus that sounds hokey).
My kids haven't really spent much time in New York yet. On the few occasions they've been here, they were both so young they can't possibly remember anything. As a result, I don't really associate New York--or the person I am here--with them. Which means I have to keep reminding myself as I walk around and feel totally at home that I have two kids waiting for me. In Canada. Weird.