(no title can sum this up)

The story has broken and the rumors are true.

Our residence on this- the inferior but always fascinating and undeniably life-changing coast- is coming to an end.
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Eric and I are moving to San Francisco.

Pause for simultaneous sobbing, cheering, wailing, sniffling, clapping, and sighing. All coming from me.

This was a pretty hard decision for the old hubs and I. We (especially me) are still very much in love with New York. It is an incredible city with a personality all of its own (I mean, really, I seriously doubt that I will even have a muffin stolen straight out of my lap ever again) and I am certain that nowhere else I will reside will live up to the mystique that Manhattan has offered for the past four years. Even on the worst of days, fighting my way through mobs of tourists or fruitlessly attempting to shield myself from the ice pellets affectionately known as the "wintry mix", I have come to embrace this city for all that it is.

But life has a way of interrupting your stride just when it gets a little too cushy- so off to the better coast we go. And, just so we're clear, it's only better because the people are slightly less high-strung and it's much closer to Colorado, aka the best place in the world.

Since my feelings about this whole situation are still basically unidentified (I'll be sure to let you know when I find them) and I'm not quite ready to wax poetically about my New York experience (not that this blog hasn't been pure poetry all along), for now, I'll stick to the short story of the big move:

Eric the Genius got a new, awesome job at Dolby. Though he no longer will get to mingle with movie stars or whisk me away to Bermuda "on business", he does have business cards printed in Japanese and gets every other Friday off, so really it's not a bad trade.

I'll continue to work for the League at least until June out of our new "West Coast Office." The best part of this deal is not that I get to work in my pajamas. No, I'm just excited to finally get an assistant of my own.



And, that assistant's name is Tucky Lou. (Look how good at it she's going to be!)

Speaking of Miss Tucky Lou, she has a big 6 weeks ahead of her. Our sweet and sour little Bronx kitten is going to get to go on a plane, visit Nancy's house, spend a week and a half hanging out (ALONE) with Nancy's furball/cat, Hubble, and then settle into brand new digs in San Francisco. Let's just hope Tucky hasn't come completely unhinged by 2011.

So that's the plan- we leave New York on December 19, and you better believe we're starting in on our New York Bucket List. That, of course, deserves a post of it's own, but this list consists mainly of restaurants I need to visit. Clearly, I have a one-track mind.

Get ready San Francisco! We're coming for you and we won't settle until we've found the best brunch and/or $3 margarita you have to offer!

PS- While I was writing this someone on TV said "Who doesn't love fried dough and sugar?" I so emphatically agree with that statement that I almost made it the title of this post. I mean, that's a true statement if I ever heard one and nothing else seemed to adequately sum up my feelings. Thank you, fried dough. You always have been a loyal friend.