The thing I probably miss the most about New York City is the people. The people I knew and the people I didn’t know but could have known. I think of the subway and the fashions I miss. There’s a little more thrill in dressing for the NY subway but there’s also relief in not having to when I am having a fat day. I think of this as I hold a wrinkled copy of the 12/03 New Yorker while on the SF BART. And I know it’s natural for longing to strike.