BATC, Brittany and the City

In just 15 hours I will be leaving on a jet plane heading east with a celebratory mimosa (or screwdriver, this plane won’t be carrying champagne) in hand. I will be heading for the city that doesn’t sleep and I have a strong feeling that New York and I are going to fall hopelessly in love. For the record, I plan on falling in love in the fall, getting married in the fall, and having babies in the fall….in that order…I hope. I am secretly hoping that I miss my flight home, not because I had too many mims at brunch, but because I am kissing the man of my dreams next to an old bridge, surrounded by the colorful leaves of Central Park…one foot in the air of course.

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