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Just trying to get into a rhythm here…you know, blogging every day. Today, I think I want to talk about our move to NY. It is quite different than I expected (in the best way possible), the hardest thing I’ve ever done and the most fun thing I’ve ever done.

I feel like moving to New York was the beginning of a torrid love affair. My passion for this city became so intense, so quickly. Everything is new. Everything is amazing. Senses are heightened like the first time your lips touch someone else’s. It really is like falling deeply and madly in love, but can it last?

I love that, right outside my window, I can find almost anything you could ever imagine within a 2 mile radius. You need a unicorn? I can find ya one. You need a voodoo priestess? Right around the corner. I love grocery delivery, getting to know neighbors and local business owners, discovering new restaurants, food delivery at breakfast, lunch and dinner. I love walks to the park, walks in the park, the frenetic pace of the subway, the anticipation that comes as you walk up the steps from a subway stop onto the street. I love the sounds; cars honking, people arguing, people laughing, people loving…all right outside my window. It’s’ magical.

So far, the only thing I don’t like is dirty snow. It’s pretty gross to look, but thankfully, we haven’t had to deal with much of that and when it comes to love affairs, there’s always baggage, right?

New York has made me feel stronger and smarter than I thought I was, but in the same breath, it’s also shown me that I’m weaker, more naive and smaller than I thought. It keeps me on my toes and for right now, that’s good.

Blessing.

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