How am I ever going to leave New York City?
In the past week, I've auditioned for a reality TV show (because you only live once, which is what I told myself when I agreed to appear in Glamour Magazine in a tankini and then go on Good Morning America in a bikini), witnessed a federal judge get sworn in, enjoyed walks in Central and Riverside Parks, spotted celebrities, walked to great bars and restaurants, and attended tonight's fun concert.
I have come home after exciting evenings out to a sweet but teething, poorly-sleeping baby with whom I share a bedroom.
Moving out of Manhattan will most certainly be bitter sweet.
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