EVERY OPPORTUNITY BEGINS WITH LIFT OFF

After a number of teary farewell dinners and one major packing freakout as my loving sister mocked how much underwear I own, (apparently there is a limit, which I defy because of my serious disdain for laundry), I'm off! New York City, here I come!

​Best farewell gift: sneaking through check-in without paying for baggage. I'm not sure if the Hogwarts shrinking spell I put on them worked or perhaps I unknowingly acquired an elite airline status... either way I didn't stop to ask if it was a mistake. I just ran through security like the women from the hilarious IKEA commercial who rushes awkwardly out of the store assuming there must be a mistake in price, frantically yelling at her husband to start the car so they can make a quick getaway.

​SSSSSTTTTTAAAAAAARRRRTTTTT THE PLAAAAAANE!