But then I realized that my life was not a Taylor Swift song from 2004. The idea of it all was exhilarating and the shock factor was certainly there; but once that wore off, I’d still be in a relationship with someone who was already living out his dream, solo. I could join, or he could be happy without me.
And with that, I chose to board my return flight home to LaGuardia, happily knowing the next sunrise I’d see would be coming over Manhattan.
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Brooke Sager is a contributing writer for Thrillist. She’s still living in NYC with one pair of cowboy boots and her entire stiletto collection. Her Twitter handle should now make sense to you: @HIHEELZbrooke.