"New York broke my heart. Not in the way a boyfriend does, it was so much more disappointing."

As a naive young girl, I dreamed of becoming a “real New Yorker.” I imagined myself strutting down a cobblestone street flaunting a dress much too poufy to wear on a Tuesday, or any day, in my humble, Canadian farm-spattered hometown. It would be my Carrie Bradshaw moment. I thought it was only a dream and didn’t believe God would ever send me to New York, even though I knew deep down it was where I belonged.