Mornings I woke up to snow: 3
Trips to the Liberty Deli where the Slavkian cashier alternates between calling me "Girl" or "Mommy": 763
Days I questioned why I left all of my friends and a great job to move here: 30
Times when it hit me, "Wow, I live in NYC": 30
Lonestars that I've ordered not because I like Lonestar (ew), but because it's from Texas: 12
Celebrity spottings: 2
Broadway shows I'm dying to see, but can't afford: 4
Menu items ordered in a foreign language: 3
Trips to the office restroom that I forgot to take the key: 58
Times lost in the city: 2
Days left until Mad P Fest (also known as Christmas vacation): 4!!!
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