Actually I had never wanted to live in New York. I wanted to live in Jakarta.
At one stage I quit my job to go to Indonesia. My boss at the time told me that that was nonsense and that I could always transfer to New York. So I decided to give New York a year.
And here I am, a year on, quite content. Great colleagues and great pals.
The best line I have heard about America in the past year, is that it was built for arriving - not leaving.
Yet there's something about Indonesia that draws me back. Whatever it is, it is terminal.
Unfortunately there are no outward signs of terminal Indonesia-itus. Therefore workmates ask me whether I will be going after the terrorist bombings and friends ask me whether I will still jump on the plane headed for Jakarta tomorrow in the wake of the earthquake in Padang and Pariaman.
I tell them that neither acts of terrorism nor acts of god will stop me from returning to that place.
It's special. I need to figure out how to communicate that to people who know no better.