The date was actually April 22, but it seems right to observe it on the closest Sunday, since my last day in New York City began with one final visit to my beloved St. Bart's before loading the car and heading off into the sunset.
I wrote a long, rather melancholy piece reflecting on the past year, but then realized I'm not entirely ready to share all of those thoughts. All things considered, it has been a very good year, and leaving Manhattan behind has given me the emotional space to start to wrestle with The Big Question: what am I going to do with my life?
The answer is starting to take shape. Stay tuned.