Life Starts Out With Everyone Clapping When

Everything In New York Seems To Merit Preserving. If It's Not Historical, It's Personal. If It's Not Personal, It's Cultural. But You Can't. You Can't Save Everything. You Just Have To Pack It Up In Your Brain And Take It With You When You Go.

Are There Moments When I See Unrequited Crushes Or Ex-boyfriends Slow Dancing With Their Dates And Kind Of Want To Stab Myself In The Spleen With A Salad Fork? Yeah, Sure.

You Just Don't Notice The Time Of Your Own Metamorphosis. Until You Do. Every Once In A While Time Dissolves And You Remember What You Liked As A Kid. You Jump On Your Hotel Bed, Order Dessert First, Decide To Put Every Piece Of Jewelry You Own On Your Body And Leave The House. Why? Because You Can. Because You're The Boss. Because... Ooooh. Shiny.

I Think That Most New Yorkers Would Object To Calling Me A New Yorker. I Didn't Grow Up Here.

Air Travel Is The Safest Form Of Travel Aside From Walking; Even Then, The Chances Of Being Hit By A Public Bus At 30,000 Feet Are Remarkably Slim. I Also Have No Problem With Confined Spaces. Or Heights. What I Am Afraid Of Is Speed.