An ode to an apartment. Subtitled: certifiable proof that I’m a cliched overly sentimental nutjob.
New York wasn’t always the plan. For a long time it was my dream, but then I spent the summer before my senior year of college living in DC. It was without a doubt, one of the best summers of my life and I spent my senior year of college vowing to anyone who would listen that “this time next year, I’ll be in DC.” Over and over. I was like a broken record.
But then five days before graduation, everything shifted. I still didn’t have a plan and a friend/college roommate needed a fourth roommate in her Brooklyn apartment and “it would be so much fun to live together again!” And it was. I learned a lot about myself and life during that first year in Brooklyn and would not change a thing. But once I got into Brooklyn, those childhood dreams of living in New York resurfaced. And I discovered shortly after moving to Brooklyn, it wasn’t the right fit. Manhattan. I needed to follow Carrie Bradshaw and Blair Waldorf and live in the city I’d always dreamed of.
So in May of 2009 (more specifically THIS exact week) I made the leap to the Upper East Side. As crazy as it sounds, I spent the first few nights sleeping on a comforter on the wood floor because I was too excited to wait for my parents and the movers to arrive (NOT something I recommend). I still remember that first night of making grilled cheese and eating tasti d lite on the living room floor and as cliche as it sounds, it’s one of my fondest New York City memories.
This apartment. For all its flaws, it will always be special to me and hold the magical distinction of being my FIRST Manhattan apartment. I’ve grown up so much since I moved in here. I’ve lost and found myself more times than I could count.
So much can happen in four years. I’ve found a career that I adore after a frustrating amount of false starts, I’ve made an incredible group of friends (however they hate coming to visit me because apparently my offer of “I have a lot of wine” is not enough to entice people to climb 5 flights of stairs), and I’ve turned this neighborhood into a home.
I’m only moving about 200 feet away (at some point I ought to share how I’ve fallen into all of my living situations. I’ve never had a ton of trouble finding an apartment, but I’ve always had the pleasure of the worst room in the place. Win some, lose some.), but it truly feels like I’m about to begin a new chapter. Tonight I will go to bed for the last time in a tiny walk-through room. Tomorrow morning a new chapter in my story begins. I can’t wait to see what it brings.
An ode to an apartment. Subtitled: certifiable proof that I’m a cliched overly sentimental nutjob.

New York wasn’t always the plan. For a long time it was my dream, but then I spent the summer before my senior year of college living in DC. It was without a doubt, one of the best summers of my life and I spent my senior year of college vowing to anyone who would listen that “this time next year, I’ll be in DC.” Over and over. I was like a broken record.

But then five days before graduation, everything shifted. I still didn’t have a plan and a friend/college roommate needed a fourth roommate in her Brooklyn apartment and “it would be so much fun to live together again!” And it was. I learned a lot about myself and life during that first year in Brooklyn and would not change a thing. But once I got into Brooklyn, those childhood dreams of living in New York resurfaced. And I discovered shortly after moving to Brooklyn, it wasn’t the right fit. Manhattan. I needed to follow Carrie Bradshaw and Blair Waldorf and live in the city I’d always dreamed of.

So in May of 2009 (more specifically THIS exact week) I made the leap to the Upper East Side. As crazy as it sounds, I spent the first few nights sleeping on a comforter on the wood floor because I was too excited to wait for my parents and the movers to arrive (NOT something I recommend). I still remember that first night of making grilled cheese and eating tasti d lite on the living room floor and as cliche as it sounds, it’s one of my fondest New York City memories.

This apartment. For all its flaws, it will always be special to me and hold the magical distinction of being my FIRST Manhattan apartment. I’ve grown up so much since I moved in here. I’ve lost and found myself more times than I could count.

So much can happen in four years. I’ve found a career that I adore after a frustrating amount of false starts, I’ve made an incredible group of friends (however they hate coming to visit me because apparently my offer of “I have a lot of wine” is not enough to entice people to climb 5 flights of stairs), and I’ve turned this neighborhood into a home.

I’m only moving about 200 feet away (at some point I ought to share how I’ve fallen into all of my living situations. I’ve never had a ton of trouble finding an apartment, but I’ve always had the pleasure of the worst room in the place. Win some, lose some.), but it truly feels like I’m about to begin a new chapter. Tonight I will go to bed for the last time in a tiny walk-through room. Tomorrow morning a new chapter in my story begins. I can’t wait to see what it brings.

In five years of living in New York, I have lived in a basement apartment with no windows and an apartment in a fifth floor walkup that people have to walk through to get to the rest of the apartment and the landlord has responded to our requests to replace our dead lightbulbs by handing us a ladder. 
Tonight when we told our leasing agent about this, she responded by telling us “you have all these bad apartments now, so that you have good stories for later.” 
In late May, I will start moving into a building with an elevator and a real bedroom with windows. This is the universe giving me a solid. Pay your dues kids, live in apartments that will leave you with “stories” and this is what you’ll get.

In five years of living in New York, I have lived in a basement apartment with no windows and an apartment in a fifth floor walkup that people have to walk through to get to the rest of the apartment and the landlord has responded to our requests to replace our dead lightbulbs by handing us a ladder. 

Tonight when we told our leasing agent about this, she responded by telling us “you have all these bad apartments now, so that you have good stories for later.” 

In late May, I will start moving into a building with an elevator and a real bedroom with windows. This is the universe giving me a solid. Pay your dues kids, live in apartments that will leave you with “stories” and this is what you’ll get.

Party at The Bar with Blair!

baublebar:

Last night we had the party at The Bar for the lucky ladies who won the Atlantic-Pacific sweepstakes! There was no shortage of baubles and bubbly! Each winner received a prize pack from the Atlantic-Pacific collection, could bring a friend and they got to meet Blair! We had such a fun time mingling with all the ladies! 

A couple of weeks ago I got an email that I’d won a chance to meet Blair of Atlantic Pacific fame and check out BaubleBar’s new retail store. So last night, despite the awful weather, my pal Rachel and I headed downtown after work.

A couple things:
1. Blair is as awesome as I would imagine and so sweet. The collection is really cute (but you all knew that).
2. The Bar is kind of awesome. Its really bright & colorful and well designed, AND it’s filled with both website favorites and a few pieces that they don’t have online. New York girls, I highly recommend making a trip to the Bar ASAP.

Thanks for having me team BB!

(Source: baublebar)

Today I don’t want to dwell on the past. Today I just want to express my love for this beautiful beautiful city that has become my adopted home over the past couple of years.
I love you New York.

Today I don’t want to dwell on the past. Today I just want to express my love for this beautiful beautiful city that has become my adopted home over the past couple of years.

I love you New York.

Penrose on 82nd and 2nd. Cannot recommend it highly enough. They’ve got an amazing dinner/cocktail menu (they have beer battered fried pickles!), really good happy hour deals and as of this morning they serve a really good brunch too!  And my favorite thing is that it’s not as fratty as the rest of the bars in the neighborhood can tend to be so it’s a nice little escape. 

Penrose on 82nd and 2nd. Cannot recommend it highly enough. They’ve got an amazing dinner/cocktail menu (they have beer battered fried pickles!), really good happy hour deals and as of this morning they serve a really good brunch too!  And my favorite thing is that it’s not as fratty as the rest of the bars in the neighborhood can tend to be so it’s a nice little escape. 

Highlights from the weekend:

  • Sleeping in and spending my day off from work finsihing Gone Girl. (WOW. Just… what a book!!)
  • Cheap happy hour drinks & eats with the best girlfriends.
  • Cheap diner breakfast and grocery shopping in NJ with the roomie (You’d think I had never eaten or bought groceries outside of New York City!) 
  • Bridesmaid dress fitting and getting the all clear to take my dress home. (Only a month to go until I get to stand up and see one of my best friends start her next chapter!)
  • A Saturday night filled with brisket…beer… bluegrass…and best friends

Now I’m gearing up for a quick week followed by a relaxing weekend of R&R in New Hampshire. Happy Monday!

This weekend was for…

  • Spending my day off volunteering and catching up with some former coworkers
  • Breaking my “never going to Yankee Stadium” rule to support aforementioned former co-workers.
  • Beating the heat under a shady tree in Central Park with a spray bottle and our August book club book. (Get it. It’s really good)
  • Catching up with (and celebrating!) at an old friend’s birthday.
  • Most importantly: staying cool!

How was your weekend?

I forgot how to blog

Updates on my life:

  • I dyed my hair dark again. I’m even more obsessed.
  • Work’s getting good/busy again. Now that I’ve passed the six month mark, I feel like I’m getting more responsibility and it’s exciting. 
  • I spent the weekend at my parents lake house in NH and spent Friday touring my old summer camp. I haven’t been a camper in ten years, but it feels like I was just there yesterday. I would like to go back.
  • I’m shopping for new kitchen chairs and this week we replaced our coffee table/army trunk with a REAL coffee table. It’s quite possibly the most grown-up thing ever.
  • The most un-grown-up? Happy Hour last night. oof.
  • OH PS. Amelia came to visit me for a night. We pretended that we were 21 again and  it was so so glorious. She needs to come back soon. 

This has been a post.

A friend just informed me about Fantasy Floorplans, the website of an EXTREMELY talented and pop culture savvy former interior designer who decided to use her talents to create blueprints of her favorite TV homes & offices.
Go! Explore! And then help me decide if the blueprint of Carrie Bradshaw’s studio or Monica Gellar & Rachel Green’s two bedroom would look better hanging on my wall.  

A friend just informed me about Fantasy Floorplans, the website of an EXTREMELY talented and pop culture savvy former interior designer who decided to use her talents to create blueprints of her favorite TV homes & offices.

Go! Explore! And then help me decide if the blueprint of Carrie Bradshaw’s studio or Monica Gellar & Rachel Green’s two bedroom would look better hanging on my wall.  

I survived!

Update on this post: Thanks for all your tips and advice! I survived! Once I got over the initial shock of “my entire front section hurts & why would anyone find this enjoyable”, I actually really liked it! The instructor was a good mix of intense and nice and any workout playlist that combines Flo-Rida, David Guetta and Florence and the Machine is something I’m on board with.

NYC Girls: If you’re looking for a good gym, I highly recommend Boom Fitness, which I just joined after hearing my roommate rave about it forever. Good classes, nice setup and if you go in with a Living Social/Groupon/Amazon Local deal (they’re on there often), they’ll only charge you $1 initiation/activation fee for a full membership.