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This season marks one of my longest Fashion Week stays yet (as I may have selfishly extended it so I could spend my birthday in the city that I love). And while the cold is frigid, the pace is (sometimes) exhausting and living out of a suitcase can be downright frustrating, there's something undeniably addicting about New York. It's abrasive. It's loud. It's unapologetic. But it's also exhilarating. And I can never get enough when I'm here. 
I've mentioned a few big life changes that are in the works around This Time Tomorrow and I'll be sharing the first round (fingers crossed), well, this time tomorrow. Until then, stay warm and go get into some trouble! (No really, do it. Within reason, of course.)