I love New York.
I love that I moved here in 2010 with two suitcases.
I love that I built a life I could only dream of back when I was crashing on friends’ couches, saving enough to get my first apartment in Chelsea.
I love that my next-door neighbor became my wife, 29 floors up in the Financial District.
I love that I moved to South Williamsburg when the Domino Sugar factory was still a decaying backdrop to wild nights at The Woods.
I love the late nights of my late 20s and early 30s, surrounded by friends who became family.
I love how that chapter turned into early mornings as our family grew, welcoming our kids in Greenpoint.
I love the career I built here. And that New York gave me more life than I ever imagined.
And I love that as an 18-wheeler pulls away with the life Jess and I built here, I’m leaving the same way I arrived: with two suitcases.
I love New York. I’ll be back.
But for now, it’s on to the next chapter. And I know I’ll love that too.
Happy Mother’s Day, Jess - I love you and the chaos of our lil family. You deserve every minute of Real Housewives, finger sandwiches in bed, and quiet today - love you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
