I'm in New York City—specifically, Brooklyn. It's beautiful here, and the air is crisp. It even snowed last night. A little. Enough to put a little magic in the air.

My friends' faces are starting to look a bit like those of their parents when I first met them. They all look like they're in their forties, for reasons that remain obscure to me.

They are, to a woman/man, thrilled that I'm drinking again, although when I hang out with the Scottish side of the family I drink good black tea.

Everyone's taking great care of me, and I'm spending very little of my own money. Though this city is hard to get around in, and getting lost is a different experience without a car to provide a protective bubble.

But I'm not sure I'd want to live here. Why would you want to live somewhere that looks like a movie set? I'm sure it would get tiresome.

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