The one nice thing about flying to New York and back for one day of work is that I can recap every detail of my trip in 13 photos. Proceed!

Sunday morning. The family drops me off at the airport. Wita starts crying. Wito starts crying. I start crying.

While completely heart-wrenching at first, I quickly deduce that the children aren’t, in fact, crying solely due to my departure. Nope, at this point, they are competitvely trying to OUT-CRY one another, resulting in some eardrum-shattering decibels and concerned looks from bystanders. Thanks for the sendoff, little ones.

Fly to New York.

One piece of advice for those of you who are planning to read Bossypants on your next flight. Don’t. Because you will either a) laugh so hard and so loudly that many of your fellow travelers think you insane or b) try desperately to conceal your laughter, which will result in tears streaming down your face and a convulsing body.

I chose option B, and I’d just like to apologize to the sweet lady in 17E who thought I was having a seizure. Sorry for frightening you, my lady. (WHO CAN’T STOP WATCHING/OBSESSING OVER DOWNTON ABBEY???)

Arrive at JFK at 9pm. Await baggage while taking photos of my shoes.

A little FaceTime at the hotel around 10pm.

Stare at the dark ceiling from 10pm – 2am because I’m totally on California time. Looks something like this.

Wake up Monday morning. Look out the window. Looks like rain. DRAT.

Take shower. Quick walk to a nearby bakery for a scone and an actual CAFFEINATED latte. Mama was tired, yo. Return to hotel to gather outfits for the shoot. (p.s. – I didn’t buy anything. REPEAT – I DID NOT BUY ANYTHING. Staying strong for the challenge!)

Walk to The Thread studio in Times Square.

Arrive at studio. Hair/makeup. Go over scripts. Snap a quick pic. (No new clothes, as you can see!)

Watch the adorable Sarah Bernard, host of The Thread.

Get ready to shoot segments. Experience my usual OMG I AM GOING TO FORGET EVERYTHING AND MUTTER freakout, followed by a long, deep breath.

Film segments. (Can’t wait to share with you!) Walk home in the rain after a long day.

A little more FaceTime with the family.

Go to sleep. Wake up. Look out the window, get pissed because it looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day and I have to leave for the airport in one hour.

Fly home. Read Seabiscuit, which does not make me convulse with laughter, but is completely riveting nonetheless. By the way, this is not a book I would normally pick up (read: not an animal person, no interest in horse racing), but it was so interesting and beautifully written. Had me hooked within the first few pages. Goodbye, New York!

Arrive home late Tuesday afternoon. Walk around like a zombie. Crash at 8:30pm, so happy to be in my own bed.

You guys, I’m so behind on this whole television thing…don’t get me started, really, BUT I just started watching House Hunters International last month and am a total addict junkie. Every night, I can’t wait until the kids are sleeping so D and I can hop in bed and watch several episodes back-to-back. Addict junkie, I say!

First off, I mean, it’s AMAZING AND LIFE-CHANGING. How I lived without it for 37 years, I’ll never know. Some cities are so much less expensive than I thought! Some cities are insanely more expensive than I thought! Some cities are amazingly beautiful, and some make me want to stab my eyes out with a fork! Most importantly, I could listen to Brits say the word “property” all the live long day. “This is such a lovely prah-pah-tea.” “We’re looking for a 3-bedroom prah-pah-tea.” Say it with me, PRAH-PAH-TEA.

Secondly, I have a life list. (I’ve never shared it here. Yes, I know one of the best things about a life list is to SHARE it with others here on the interwebs, but I am a wuss and I don’t want to, ya hear?) One of my life list goals is to move abroad for at least a year. I am really wanting this to happen within the next 5 years.

(This very moment, my mom is yelling upstairs to my dad, “Ron! She’s really lost it this time! She wants to move to EUROPE. Hell’s bells!”)

(She’s never used the term “hell’s bells” before, but let’s just go with it.)

So! Europe. Want to get there soon, while the children are young. Of course, there are some technicalities to work out, like JOBS and SCHOOLS and NOT KNOWING ANYONE and NOT SPEAKING THE LANGUAGE, but hell’s bells! We appreciate a nice challenge.

Tops on my list right now – Denmark, Switzerland, Netherlands. (All ridiculously expensive, right? I mean, good god, Geneva! $10,000/month for a decent apartment?) Spain, France, and Italy are up there, of course, but as you can see by my DVR, I have lots more research to do.

Are any of you all HHI junkies as well? Let’s embrace.

(My other favorite show, which I can’t believe I’m admitting to you, is STORAGE WARS. Yuup! Orange County in the house!)