Can you believe I’ve been in New York for FIVE YEARS? I can’t. I remember when I moved here July 3rd 2005, I told everyone I’d be back in three months because I figured I could swoop into town, score a book deal and breeze back to California.

But Manhattan has a way of sinking it’s claws into you and keeping you around, kind of like most of the boys I’ve dated. At this point in the blog post I could easily launch into a Carrie Bradshawian “New York is my boyfriend” sort of speech but I won’t, mostly because New York doesn’t play hockey and therefore it’ll never truly work out between us.

What I will say is that I’m pretty proud of what I’ve accomplished here. As much as I fear and loathe getting older, every year is better than the last, mostly because of my amazing NY friends. I listen to the Elton John song “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters” and smile at just how right he is about thanking the lord for the people you find in New York.