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I’ve been out of commission for a minute, but that’s because I was on a major real estate hunt around NYC, and finally locked down my first ever own apartment, in the historic garden district of Greenpoint. It’s sunny, with a lemon tree in the window and all these old-school quirks like a built-in ironing board and 1900s drying rack. I sort of love it. Granted, it’s no Manhattan, and it is an admitted change of scenery for a girl who as a child based my entire vision of the city on the Eloise books. But this will be just as much of an adventure as running up and down the halls of the Plaza…if not more.
