At 27, and living in Chicago, I was faced with one of the biggest challenges of my life: the “C” word. I was diagnosed with stage 1 Ovarian Cancer. Post surgery, and feeling more than blessed to have made it out alive, I woke up one morning with the strangest (and nuttiest) light bulb moment: “Why not move to NYC!” I had always dreamed of what it would be like to live there, and literally, 2 weeks from that moment, I was unpacking boxes with 2 other girlfriends, freshly moved into our new home in Astoria, Queens. The plan was to live it out for a year, maybe two, and then come home. But something happened… FATE (by the name of Giovanni) happened.
To be Continued….