I'm flying home tomorrow for a long visit. It's hard being away from my family, but sacrifices are a part of life. You can't pursue your dreams if you are afraid of growth. One of the tiny gifts of being in New York for almost five years now is baring witness to the micro economy going on underground, literally. I can find diverse street art and performances on every train ride home. It's all there: comedians, giant muppets, rock bands, cellists, Madonna wannabees. All I have to do is keep my eyes open. For many native New Yorkers, all of the commotion and crowding that results from these subway performances is probably something they could live without, but I didn't grow up here. It still amazes me, every time I experience it. People are wondrous creatures. Still, it will be nice to leave it all behind for awhile. Sometimes this city can make me feel like there is no such thing as an off switch.