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Hey, you. Last week feels like a lifetime ago. I … live in Amsterdam now. Every morning I make a fire. A fire! You heard me right! When we saw this apartment on FaceTime, I asked the broker if that was a fireplace?! I was looking at?! He answered, sheepishly that no, this was … a “woodbürner.” The idea, as a New Yorker, that these two concepts are separate, is hilarious to me. Turns out I love “woodbürners” as much as fireplaces. And past that, you know I love Manhattan. I truly do. But I also move to make a motion that every apartment in Manhattan / the world get a woodbürner, because lighting a fire in the morning makes me feel like the Jewish Laura Ingalls Wilder.

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