I came to the realization that when you fly across the country for just two days {and factor in a three hour difference} time appears to move in super speed, causing the minutes, hours, and days to fly by leaving you with a feeling like none of it ever happened at all. This week I...
* Flew back to New York for a job interview
* Took in the colorful art installations in my old hood, the East Village
* Reveled in the beauty and decor of Grand Central Station
* Viewed the Missoni collection at Target- love the tights
* Browsed the pristine collection of magazines at JFK
* Continued to "Make it Happen" on more than one level
* Finally got around to eating at In-N-Out
* Continued to be a giant tourist, snapping photos all around SF
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