I have strong ties to this place. Growing up in New Jersey, NYC was always the hub of all things smart, cool, and successful. My sister’s first real job was in the World Trade Center. She met her husband while working there, and he would have been in the towers on 9/11 had he not missed his train that morning. My immediate family and all of their close friends, a small group of immigrants who built their lives together, all live in New Jersey and Westchester. Maybe this is why it feels oddly familiar and much like home.