Every few months I get this urge to move somewhere rural, somewhere small and quiet. Last year, at about this time, I was obsessed with buying an old church in Nova Scotia. Then I found out how much it could cost to drill a well. That killed off the dream, well that and the fact that when I called to get more info the realtor was drunk as a skunk.

At the moment I am yearning to make a permanent home here, in Brooklyn.

Everyone knows how much I hated NYC the first year I moved here, but what you may not know is how much I've grown to love it. My experiences of the city have slowed down. Gone are the nights spent watching the Lunachicks, drinking at Coney Island High on St. Mark's until 4 am, staggering to Leshko's for breakfast and endless coffee. I'd take an hour-long nap and then zip off to work. Coney Island High is now a grocery store, Leshko's closed for a year, then reopened as a fancy restaurant.

The city is always reinventing itself. Me too.

Instead I spend my time working, tutoring adult literacy students, and learning to be a photographer. I hang out at Film Forum anticipating their newest documentaries. Tomorrow I'm going to see The Lost Boys of Sudan. Last year it was My Architect and Power Trip. The summer before it was War Photographer, which moved me so much I ran off and bought a camera.

I feel nourished here, as a curious person, and as an artist. They should do a commercial for NYC... starring me!