On my second visit to New York City, I couldn't sleep. Mike was asleep, so I put my shoes on and went for a walk. So there I am, two in the morning, walking down Broadway alone. And yet I really wasn't alone. There were so many people on the street. And in the apartments I could feel people working and crying and smiling and dreaming. The town itself seems to breath and writhe with this indescribable energy. The air was electric and everything was so bright. The weather was beautiful, just the right amount of crossbreeze to be refreshing. There was this warmth about the whole place, and it was so amazing. It was then that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I needed to be a part of that place. That there are places bigger than my heart, and that redifine my taudry explanation of life. If I had to choose one night to live for the rest of my life, I would probably choose this one.