We move tomorrow. We leave NYC and move to NJ tomorrow. In 24 hours I leave the city that has been my home for over 15 years, where I built a career in Pilates and musical theater. Where I got engaged, married, divorced. Where I grew up, found myself, rebuilt my life. Where I met, fell in love with, and married Jeremy. Where I got pregnant and gave birth to Everett. Where I recovered, spent lockdown, laughed, cried, lost my mind, moved through Covid and the shit storm of the past three years. And where I got pregnant again.
I mean, so much more than that happened here. EVERYTHING happened here. And now I’m leaving.
There’s nothing like the rush of telling people you’re from NYC.
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