My heart was in NYC, but it's temporarily in CA. If my life were a song, it would be this Smiths song:
Good times for a change
See the luck I've had
Could make a good man turn bad
So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time
Haven't had a dream in a long time...
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Having a job = no life
Having a life = no job.
Pretty much!