10 years ago today, I moved to New York City.
That’s 3,650 days since I hauled an overstuffed suitcase filled with clothes — none of which I have anymore since your style drastically improves once you live here — and my dearly departed cat, Wilson, out of my mom’s car at the St. Louis airport, sobbing as I hugged her goodbye, and onto a flight headed for…
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