The first time I went to New York was with my father when I was in high school. We stayed at the Waldorf and ate pizza at the top of the World Trade Center. I liked it.
The next time I stepped foot in Manhattan was to live there for 4 months in college as an intern with a PR company. There were 7 of us and indulged in everything NYC had to offer. I have so many good memories of that time including turning 21. I left LOVING the city.
Since then I try to get back whenever I can. My Dad and I like to go there together; I wanted "New York, New York" to be our Father/Daughter dance song at my wedding.
In addition to going with him, a new tradition started 4 years ago. A group of four of us go every year at Christmas (well, last year we opted for Fashion Week instead). I can't tell you how much I love this tradition. Being with really good friends in a city I love is rejuvenating and just what the doctor ordered this time of year. New York is one of my happy places.
However, now it is back to work! I try to take two weeks off at Christmas every year to hang out with Henry and recharge so this week is going to be a doozy. If I am not back on here I hope the week treats you well and I will be back soon!
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