A couple weeks ago I spent the weekend in New York City. I went down there to spend time with an old friend from Moscow, who was in the city for just a few days. It has been 5 years since we last saw each other. My friend has visited New York once before, but it was over a decade ago--I was still living in Russia then. This time around she had a little bit more time to devote to this city. We did a lot of walking around Brooklyn and lower Manhattan. We even took a ride on the Staten Island Ferry. I feel both happy and sad about the time we spent together. It was great to see my friend, but the meeting also made me acutely aware of how little we see each other and how short our time together was.
