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OUR GIRL IN NEW YORK

New York stood still. Playing CNN on my laptop, the phone that fell from my hand with NBC's livestream lies in the sheets. That's how I woke up. Half past two. Teun is going to work, and I momentarily forget the misery. The election result is completely erased from my memory. That she would lose to him was already clear before I fell asleep. But for a moment, I forget that too. Until my future husband tells me it's the middle of the night and he's going to the office. Wait. Is it really like that? Did he really win? The man who has made me anxious since the very first moment? I can't believe it. The news and reality slowly seep in. But I still don't really believe it. Now, a few days later, still not. I quickly click away the photo of him waving in Washington in front of The White House. America stinks. New York protests. And I feel terrible. Never could we have expected that The New York Times only has his name on the front page, the day after the elections. Our democratic city and state cries, protests, and I fear will remain restless for a long time.

Just like Obama beforehand announced the result to us Americans that ‘the sun will rise tomorrow’, she did the same. With all my might, I try to wipe the sleep from my face, because after half past two I only pretended to close my eyes for two hours. Luckily, it's just radio and a whale more or less doesn't really matter. With a somewhat elevated heart rate, I stand in front of the elevator. I need to go to the sixth floor. That's where 3FM is temporarily stationed. Frank invited me to come chat about what would have happened the day after the elections. Completely live on the radio. Hence that heart rate. A few weeks ago, I thought this conversation would definitely be about the first female president of America. The future, it seems, cannot be predicted...

Fortunately, I also have some light-hearted news to share. Like what happened on Monday. I went shopping with Blue. I totally fell for these way too expensive ankle boots, and I walked past this autumn scene at Union Square. But back to those boots for a moment. Who works at Proenza Schouler and feels like making someone happy? Thank you in advance. (too bad it doesn't work like that, huh...)

By the way, are you following our Blue yet? With his @Blue_thedoodle-account, he spreads his sweet little face with a lot of love on the worldwide web every day.

And then there was also the house hunt. This has now moved to Brooklyn. At least, it's an option. But I'm still in doubt. Are we really going to leave the island?

Sunday. With a somewhat old Harper's Bazaar from the Netherlands under my arm, I am looking for a place to have lunch in the sun with my love companion. Because yes, it's cold, but with a coat, it's so nice to sit at a table outside. We end up in West Village. In the sun. Just as it should be on a Sunday.