My last night in NY Was devoid of plans. I was so excited. I decided to head back down to Soho. I was exhausted from jet lag and two days of long but wonderful meeting/conference sessions with my client. I was alone- one of those single travelers I used to see in restaurants and felt so bad for. But what freedom it was. I sat in the Manhattan Bistro, my glass of wine and the rain pouring outside. I wasn't afraid to eat alone, I embraced it. What decadence. My meal arrived, and I ordered another glass of wine. What an amazing evening.