My friend @StacyGratz is leaving us Kansas Citians and setting off for New York City. She lived there for many years and in some ways, it will be going home.

I wish her the best.

She's kickass at social media, and I will not be the only one sad to see her go, but as I sat there at her farewell happy hour, I couldn't help but be terribly excited for her.

I don't want to move to New York City, as much as I love Stacy and Alice and Liz and Isabel. I am rather content curled up in my corner of the Midwest watching winter approach surrounded by friends and family and Beloved and the little angel and Petunia Cookie Dough.

But I can imagine the excitement of a brand new beginning.

I tend to the melancholy, and I have to prop myself up each day by reframing my life in the positive. I struggle when I anticipate problems, because the anticipation is always, always worse than the problem at hand. When I enter the problem, or the adventure, I am taken over by adrenaline and a strange I-can-do-this that isn't present when I'm anticipating the adventure. In the throes of something new, I am finally living.

So I raised my glass tonight, and I toasted Stacy's new beginning. I am so excited for her and her adventures in the Big Apple.

When I got home from the happy hour, I plopped my girl in her bathtub, and we attempted to coax the remaining dangling tube from her ear and made cupcakes out of bubbles.

Me: "My friend Stacy is moving to New York City."

Her: "Brooklyn?" (She really said that. My book tour had a stop in Brooklyn.)

Me: "No, Manhattan."

Her: "All New York City bubbles have to go to Bubble City."

Me: "Do they have to take the subway?"

She's never been on a subway, though she's been on the El, but only above ground, so I rather think that doesn't count. Anyway, she had no idea what I was talking about.

Her: "Yes."

That's one of the myriad things I like about my girl. She's already learned to fake it until you make it. Because that, my friends, in New York City? Is the right answer.

Good luck, Stacy. Fake it until you make it, my friend. We'll miss you.