The End of An Era

I ran a version of this post on my Instagram today, but wanted to document it here as well. Big day, after all!

I've spent the better part of the last 12 years on various floors of 4 Times Square, so today feels like the end of an era. I can't tell you how many times I changed from flats to heels on the 42nd street sidewalk, waited for an M.I.A. town car on 43rd, snuck out to Olive Garden with my Allure peeps, cursed the tourists clogging up the streets, dodged various bootleg Elmos, and gossiped, bitched, laughed, and cried in these halls, cubes, and offices. How many shopping bags full of beauty products have I left this building with over the years? 500? 5000? 

I entered this place almost 13 years ago as a single, wannabe assistant going in for an informational interview. (I did not get the job, but believe me, if you had seen my heinous outfit, you would not have hired me either!) 

Now I head to our new building as a full-fledged beauty director, a mom, an Instagram addict. With much, much better shoes. Times have changed. And now, so has the setting. Let the new adventures begin! 

(For those confused, no, I am not leaving Brides! My company is moving to a new building, though. You may have heard of it--1 WTC?)