I did the unthinkable — I left a glamorous job in fashion and my home in New York City to move to Omaha, Nebraska, a city I’d never visited. I was 37 years old, single and had been for seven years. To me, the center of the country represented what I wanted in life: love, children and a house with a white picket fence. People thought I was nuts. People were laughing behind my back and in front of me. I knew I needed to do something totally drastic to change the trajectory of my life. I was on the fast track to becoming the eccentric aunt with a closet of Manolo Blahniks. Almost 10 years later, I am sitting with my five-year-old daughter as she eats goldfish. I will be 47 next month and she, along with my handsome husband, beautiful stepdaughter and all-American stepson, will help me celebrate. This is the good life—which happens to be the slogan for the state of Nebraska.