On 9/11, it was New York, the city that I've always fantasized living in. Then, a couple of years later, as the Iraq war was unfolding, I visited Madrid and London for the first time. Madrid was like a torrid affair -- amidst passionate chants of "No a la guerra" -- to which I long to return. As soon as I hit the streets of London, I felt that I belonged there, and wondered why I wasn't living there.

I don't feel any different about these cities today, except that I love them more.

Update: William Rivers Pitt put this in perspective for me (via codshit)...

In Iraq they call events like this "Tuesday."

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