Seventeen days in Manhattan. How lucky am I? Of course I’m sad to be leaving, but I’m so incredibly grateful to have had this time here. It’s been magical. I feel like Harry leaving Hogwarts. I want to start counting down the days until I can go back again.
For the past three years that I’ve gone to New York I’ve literally cried my way through the airport, but I didn’t this time, and I think the only reason is that I could not wait to be reunited with the best dog in the entire world. (And to give her her new toy from Barneys New York, which she destroyed in under an hour.)
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