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The key to happiness 

I handed over the keys for my New York City apartment to my broker on Thursday and flew off to Chicago.

My new place won’t be ‘mine’ until Tuesday, so until then, business trips — and generous cousins in a nearby burb — are providing shelter.

I’m used to living out of a suitcase,  so this vagabond period doesn’t really bother me. But it is somewhat disconcerting to not have keys to anything.

We spend so much time looking for our keys, carrying them, losing them, finding them…and now, I got nuthin.

My cousins, on the other hand….

They’re just showing off.

City chick

‘The big, bad city’ — Manhattan has been been hit with this label from time to time.

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But the more I watch shows like Pretty Little Liars, the more I’m convinced the suburbs are the real danger zone.

Those big backyards where murders are plotted and carried out, and bodies buried. Ginormous homes where secret assignations are simple because there is so much space.  And parks that serve as conveniently creepy venues for the local lunatic to hunt you down.

Times Square?  Piece of cake.