While both times I have visited New York City have been surreal experiences, I've often fantasized about living there. There must be something secretly alluring about its' always something to do or see cultural vibrancy, that calls out to me.

But having three kids and living on a rock in the middle of the ocean, leave me as far away from that fantasy as humanly possible. So I'm sure that in one of my infinite realities, I'm there now. And in my extratential existence, I'll grow and thrive. Meet me there soon and we'll both go see Tim Burton's exhibition at the MoMa.