"I'm Coming Home..."

The song by P. Diddy made me realize something...something I never really took a notice of until that moment, sitting in the backseat with my oversized checkered bag on my lap and looking out the frosted glass of the car onto the city skyline, that somehow (one way or another...without my noticing of it) NYC became something of "Home".

So, "I'm coming home..." and I remember a friend of mine once said "Home is where your heart is" or maybe in my case where the mind is at that moment in time.