Because it makes me sound like a much better person than if I title this post "NYC.. For the Love of Cronuts". Honest, yes, but not selling the loving sister image that I actually am (I dare you to disagree with me, my dearest siblings!).

So, here's the story. Couple months ago, my older brother floated this idea that I should hop on the plane to visit him in NYC because he's relocating to the West Coast sometime in April. You know, once he's not living in NYC anymore, gone are my free accommodation and hot water in the shower.