They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
– Kirsty MacColl, Fairytale of New York
This is better than, but a little like, your first kitchen in that first apartment. Roommates, dinner parties, everything is painted landlord-white. The backyard lets all this light in and there is nothing but potential, nowhere to go but up.