After 32 years in Miami, I move to N.J.  Who didn't see it coming?  Owning a car and voluntarily using public transportation is a sign.  Dressing up in layers by September, when it's 80 degrees outside, is a sign.  The stars were aligning towards the Northeast and so when I could, I took the leap. My flight left Miami, on an early morning March 31st.  I sat comfortably between two passengers.  To my left, a Jersey Boy....and to my right, Bonnie the Manhattan native.  I broke the ice within 2 minutes of our departure.  The pilot didn't do a good job and the take off was very bumpy.  Bonnie and I chuckled at how the flight attendant cheered us all on being good sports. And so, I introduced myself.  Bonnie was an elderly lady, born and raised in Manhattan. She was married to the man sitting across the aisle and owned a home with him in Westchester, N.Y. (FYI Celebs own mansions in Westchester, N.Y.).  I don't know what profession he was in, but she had worked for Capital One.  She spoke to me about all the places she had traveled using her Capital One reward points.  I told her all the clothes I'd purchased using my Capital One reward points. We love Capital One.  We also shared an interest in works by Nora Ephron, a writer, and one of the best and few women to direct movies. Her work is witty, romantic, and real. Bonnie and I continued talking through the rest of the flight and then, there was another scare.  The plane was landing and some people started screaming.  There were so many unfamiliar cultures on that plane that I wasn't sure if people were rejoicing or if something bad had happened. The compartments above our heads had opened and the luggage was falling out.  Thankfully that was it.  And apparently the pilot wasn't a good lander either.  But the important thing was that I had finally landed to my destination and my new home, New Jersey, the Garden State.