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NYC: Not For Wimps

As much as I love New York and am still ecstatic to be living here again, I’d be lying if I said it’s a hard place to dwell sometimes.

NYC rain

On a rainy day when something has gone wrong with the subway, and there are no cabs to be found, crying seems like a perfectly appropriate response.

But we deal. And sometimes buy ourselves bodega flowers.


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Lost and Found

Remember the cool new Lodis wallet I bought? I lost it on October 21.

While I can tell you the exact moment I lost it – getting out of a taxi in front of my apartment building as I returned from CA via a red eye – but I can’t tell you how I managed to drop it and not notice during that seven or eight foot long walk to the front door.

About an hour after I returned home, I realized that my wallet wasn’t in my purse. I panicked.

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