In the beginning, I missed New York so badly. It was a sharp longing, the kind you feel for loved ones. I was homesick beyond words. And bit by bit, day by day, breathing in this warm, thick air has resuscitated me. Of course I still miss New York, but that sharp pain has faded into a happier, dimly glowing stash of memories I will cherish forever. My heart is here now. This place is a magical place, and I am under its spell. I am intoxicated by the scent of warm honeysuckle, the sight of Spanish moss dangling from the trees, the tinkle of piano keys, the sheer pleasure of watching Tulip romp and tumble through the clover. I am so glad I am here.