i got a random IM today from one of my nyu girls that i haven't spoken to in a long time. i love random IMs like that (depending on who it is, of course). it got me remembering my days at nyu. is it really true that 2 years have passed already?

i keep in touch pretty well with my closest nyu buddies, but there were so many others i left behind that i haven't spoken to since... the folks who'd hang out in the ifa office eating lunch and playing puzzle fighter; the people who lived in my building that i would walk home with; and the ones who i partied with until the sun came up.

there are many times when i find myself really missing new york. and i know i talk about it more than i should, but its a hard thing to shake. i remember all the little things i loved -- picking up breakfast from a street vendor on my way to work, the 24-hour corner delis that had any and everything you needed. delivery. even the subway.

i miss feeling safe when i'm walking around by myself. san francisco's dark corners, sketchy areas, and agressive homeless people really scare me. i miss having restaurants, stores and bars that i know well. here in san francisco, i get really excited just when i drive somewhere without having to check a map.

its a slow process adapting to a new place. its been 10 months already since i've moved back and i feel like there is still a lot of progress to be made. i wonder though, will i ever stop missing new york like this?