Today is the 8th anniversary of the day I moved to NYC. Somehow my six years in San Francisco still seems much longer, but time always plays funny tricks on me like that. I definitely regretted moving here for the first couple of years and would log into SFGate every morning just watch their live cam of the fog rolling over Twin Peaks. I’ll probably end up back in Fort Lauderdale one day, living out my dotage as one of those wizened men you see careening Flying Dutchman-style down Broward Boulevard, barely visible above the steering wheel. But for the foreseeable future, this is it.