Where the Wild Things Are

I believe the worst part of living NYC will be saying hasta luego to Christopher and all our Wild Things. Who will roar their terrible roar, gnashed their terrible teeth, roll their terrible eyes and show their terrible claws? 

God, if only I had been sent to bed with no supper tonight.....

Return to Gotham

If this map is to be believed, I'm currently among a handful of conscientious people. Even though I'm in the land of king-size Texas, I evidently prefer my maps tiny and almost illegible. 

In 24 hours time, I'll return to my NYC niche where I'll be surrounded by neurotic people who are open to new experiences. 

That sounds about right.