An Open Letter to the Man Who Left Me

It was early spring in NYC and the entire tri-state area was bracing for what was expected to be one of the biggest blizzards New York had seen in years. I've always loved storms. I had just flown into JFK from my oceanview apartment back in Huntington Beach, CA, and I had no idea what type of trouble I was about to get into - and no, I'm not talking about the weather.

Due to the weather conditions - three feet of snow and hurricane winds - all public transportation had been shut down and there wasn't a taxi or an Uber in sight. Employees were unable to make it to work, therefore the kitchen and most of the cafes inside of The Plaza Hotel (that's where I was staying) were shut down, so I was forced to bundle up and head out into the storm.

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