This past weekend I was stuck in NYC after three flight cancellations and feeling really homesick. It got me thinking about the places that are starting to feel more like home now that I’ve moved away from New York – it’s just not here in the Big Apple anymore. I loved having the chance to see a few friends on the longest layover ever, but I had a hard time appreciating the survival of the fittest mentality that is required to keep up. I guess I’ve become a softy! And my style has softened up too. When I lived in NYC, you wouldn’t have caught me dead in sneakers and denim shorts. But things change, and so do people!