I’m on the plane heading back from a week in NYC and I’m crying. Like tears running down my face, my seatmate might be worried about me style. After spending an amazing 7 days with my best friends and family in the city I absolutely adore, I’m having separation anxiety – and I’ve only been gone for 4 hours.

Since moving to Las Vegas over 2 months ago (!!!) I have made an effort to settle and create a routine, but my job doesn’t make it easy. Some weeks I feel like a normal person living a normal life while other times, I feel completely overwhelmed and unsure of anything. It is Vegas, after all. Doesn’t that means the odds are against me? But I’m trying. I know I’m still adjusting to a completely new life and I try not to be too hard on myself for not being 100% comfortable with my West Coast existence. That still doesn’t make it any easier to be away from home.

And as I head back across the country, far away from the people and places I know the best, I can’t help but be sad. Sometimes, it’s hard for me to remember how this all happened and how I even got here. I was taking one of my daily strolls around the West Village this weekend, listening to depressing music, when I found myself tearing up at the thought of my time in NYC winding down. But then I smiled, grateful for an amazing trip where I got to see so many of my nearest and dearest. And as always, there was never a dull moment – but more on that later.

So I will bravely go back to my new life, embrace it and continue to enjoy this unbelievable opportunity and adventure – even if that means taking some time away from my number one love…