Yesterday I took a train bound for New York City. I hadn’t imagined I’d get to go after the past month, yet here I am. Mingling with unbelievably elegant people at an almost rooftop bash thrown by Martha Stewart. Sitting 3 feet from Gavin Degraw at an exclusive party hosted by Schick. Rubbing elbows with people I’ve admire through a screen for years. It’s lovely and magical and everything I’d thought it would be. And yet… Every cab ride I take, every new corner I round and every window I look through… I find myself imagining if the girls were here. If Sean were walking beside me. If the small talk I was making was about what animal New York City clouds look like…
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