I moved to New York chasing reinvention, routine, and rooftop martinis. What I didn’t expect was losing my job less than two months in. This is the story of navigating heartbreak, career curveballs, and finding myself all over again - one solo date night at a time.

Nine days, 49 hours of driving, one dog, and way too many Champagne Problems—this is the story of how I moved across the country with red lipstick, playlist power, and a little help from the Midwest. Buckle up.