I remember passing through Grand Central Terminal ten years ago right after the attacks and seeing it filled with flowers and makeshift memorials and signs seeking information about lost loved ones. I have moved in and out of NYC six times since then and seen the city, and my own life, grow and change in so many ways. Today I commuted through the station to go to the office and thought about how, after all this time, I find myself back here in New York -- one of my few constants of the last decade -- yet again...
