My fingers are cold.

They have been all day, but it's better than cold feet. And cold ears.
There is something about New York. It seems that every morning I have woken up has been better. The first day I was tired. The next I was waking up. By today I was finally waking up enough to really see New York.
And, as much as I miss home, and I wanted home, I don't feel like there is enough time here. I have a strange feeling deep within me that this city will always do that to me. I will always be unsure and then I'll lean back and nothing will be there.
This city plays tricks with my heart, too. I never know who I am here. Atleast it takes me most of the time I'm here to figure out who I am and why I'm here. I sit and write and wonder to myself if I will always be haunted by this city. Last time, I was in Manhattan and I saw beauty. Now I'm in Brooklyn and I see History and faith. I wonder if next time I will end up in the Bronx.
Processing all of this almost makes me tired, and I think I'm going to bed.
But God is here. And I'm here. And if there was any indication today, tomorrow will be lovely. I'm so glad I'm in love with my sweet Jesus. Together, we face NYC tomorrow.
Happy Chanukkah, friends. Hashi Vey nu Adonai E LeAh.