I began plotting my move to Manhattan at the tender age of eight at the dining room table in our tiny farm community in Kentucky.
It took me a few years, and I made some stops along the way, but I made it. And I’ve a spent the past decade here in the Big Apple.
Thank you, New York City, for being everything that little girl dreamed of and so much more.
Tomorrow I begin a new adventure in Chicago. I feel like a kid again, and just as excited!