Back from Austin, TX and the SXSW Film and Music festival, more has changed than the weather and the rate of films I’m watching per day (from 4 to 5 a day in Austin to 10 to 12 here in New York City during Rooftop’s main programming season). I had a fantastic festival, and it’s always hard to leave the good times behind. Still, there’s something unpleasantly cathartic about air travel. I didn’t want to leave, but after airport drudgery, I’m glad to be home. Now my hometown, New York, feels like an urban space where here and there someone planted a tree, maybe laid down a park. Meanwhile, Austin feels like scrubland, where sidewalks and houses fight to stay rooted. In NYC, nature feels unnatural. But it feels like home. See you next year, Austin!