I'll spend a few nights in the house in which I was raised out in Northern New Jersey. I'll catch up with my mom, sister and stepfather. It's been way too long. Then I'll head into Manhattan for meetings all week, but each night, I hope to see the friends I grew up with, those I went to college with, many that became some of my closest friends while living in New York, others I worked with and a few of my homes away from home (The Brooklyn Inn and Yankee Stadium, to name a few).
It's a bit of a weird feeling heading back to the East Coast this time around. Why? Because I can actually say that San Francisco now feels like home. And by "home", I mean my new home. New York will always remain my true home. It's where I developed some of the greatest, most lasting relationships of my life. It's where I witnessed many of my good friends get married. It's where I witnessed the Yankees win the 1996 World Series from left field. It's where I saw hundreds and hundreds of bands at their peaks. It's where I've had many of the greatest times of my life. From New Jersey to Brooklyn and into Manhattan, the East Coast will always remain my true home. And tomorrow I get to walk back into that life for a week.