February 6, 1992
[In NY] I’ve got that dizzy disoriented feeling of having jumped too many time zones in too short a time. It’s like seeing the last five years of my life in fast-forward: San Francisco, L.A., Chappaqua, uptown, downtown. Connections to all these places still intact, I drift freely among them. But there’s no place I really belong.
Talked to Robert for an hour last night. Half-playfully, we agreed to start a software company when he graduates in 1993. I told him I was thinking of moving to L.A. It sounded good… but today, walking in the Village, the urge seized me to move back here instead. New York is part of me; it will always be the city. When I’m here I feel real, I feel alive, I feel horny. How can I live anywhere else?
