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Sometimes when work overwhelms me, I make myself feel better by laying in bed and remembering two years ago when I was unemployed and used to cry myself to sleep 3-4 (true story) nights a week. It’s so over dramatic sounding but it’s my biggest motivator.

I looked up this post last night and sat and marveled at it for about five minutes. You’d never know by looking at it, but despite the fact that I’d just started interning at an NPO that is near and dear to my family, I was SO over New York. I was exhausted, worn out, and ready to get out of New York. It’s funny to look at that picture and think “she has no idea… that girl doesn’t realize that within three months she’ll be at a permanent job and she sure as hell can’t imagine how much busting her ass for all these years will pay off.” It’s funny but like I said, I look at things like that as my biggest motivator. 

I’ve mentioned a few times over the past couple of weeks at work that I’m coming up on my two year anniversary in January. And each time, I keep getting responses of “but it seems like you’ve been here so much longer!” I feel that feeling a lot too, but where to them it’s awe, to me it is the culmination of more hard work than I ever knew I had in me. I don’t know where the next steps this path will eventually lead me, but as long as I keep that little frustrated 25 year old fire underneath me, I know it’s going to be okay.

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.

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. 

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"When it comes to making big life decisions, it’s easy to want to ask people we know for advice. And since so many people do it so often, it might even seem natural and good to ask for advice. But when it comes to major choices like career and relationships, I propose that we consult with ourselves most of all. Sure, we can ask our friends and loved ones what they think about our situation. They might even have some keen insight that we are not able to see with our own eyes. However, they will never have the innate knowledge that we possess in our own intuition. The trick is figuring out how to access our own quiet source of wisdom that is available to us at any point of time, which we so often ignore or overlook."

— Are you reading The Everygirl? You should be, because it’s got some really great content and has very quickly become one of my daily favorites.

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My weekend in pictures: 9/11 memorial, wandering the city, and some quality time with Mom & Dad.

Not pictured: Friday night’s viewing of The Best Man on Broadway (get tickets ASAP. Smart, funny and an AMAZING cast), today’s picnic in Central Park with the roomie and some friends (fortunately we finished lunch before the rain kicked in) and all of the weekend’s good eats. 

Hope everyone else had a great weekend!!


Four years ago today, my parents and I packed up a U-Haul truck in our driveway.
Four years ago today, we got into said U-Haul and drove to my new life in Brooklyn.
Four years ago today, I was excited (and a little scared) to finally have that New York address I had always dreamed of. 
Four years ago today, I arrived starry-eyed and giddy to a four bedroom apartment, not even caring that I was moving into a room in a basement with no windows.
Four years ago today, I was a kid with a lot of ambition, but as I learned later, not a lot of direction.
Today I woke up in my Upper East Side apartment that I adore and pinched myself that I get to call this city home.
Today I treated myself to breakfast at my favorite bagel place (it’s a special occasion!) and walked to a job that I never would have imagined being at four years ago.
Tonight, I will celebrate this milestone with my parents who I think are still a little in awe that I live here and have lasted so long.
Happy anniversary New York City. Here’s to (at least) four more!
  • Four years ago today, my parents and I packed up a U-Haul truck in our driveway.
  • Four years ago today, we got into said U-Haul and drove to my new life in Brooklyn.
  • Four years ago today, I was excited (and a little scared) to finally have that New York address I had always dreamed of. 
  • Four years ago today, I arrived starry-eyed and giddy to a four bedroom apartment, not even caring that I was moving into a room in a basement with no windows.
  • Four years ago today, I was a kid with a lot of ambition, but as I learned later, not a lot of direction.
  • Today I woke up in my Upper East Side apartment that I adore and pinched myself that I get to call this city home.
  • Today I treated myself to breakfast at my favorite bagel place (it’s a special occasion!) and walked to a job that I never would have imagined being at four years ago.
  • Tonight, I will celebrate this milestone with my parents who I think are still a little in awe that I live here and have lasted so long.

Happy anniversary New York City. Here’s to (at least) four more!

Highlights of my weekend:

  • Friday: Heading from a very relaxing “office is closing at 3” celebratory lunch to happy hour with the book club girls on Friday night.
  • Saturday consisting of sleeping in, lunch and shopping in Soho and a Saturday night at home with the DVR.
  • Sunday: The Met to see the Stein exhibit (closing on Sunday, GO see it!), the Prada exhibit (highly recommend) and the rooftop sculpture, window shopping and deep cleaning of the apartment in preparation for Mom & Dad’s visit this weekend.
  • Monday: Men in Black 3, John Dalys in the park and a VEEP marathon since Rachel insisted it’s a must watch - and she was right!

Hope you had a nice weekend!
 

Things that are shocking to me: Realizing that I graduated college 4 years ago today.
For some reason I keep thinking about J. Courtney Sullivan’s “Commencement" and her quote about your first year post-grad being "your freshman year of life." It’s funny that I spent the freshman, sophomore and junior year of life trying to figure out my identity and what I wanted to do with my life and in December, right as my "second semester of senior year" was starting, everything fell into place as it was supposed to.
I guess the universe is kinda cool like that.

Things that are shocking to me: Realizing that I graduated college 4 years ago today.

For some reason I keep thinking about J. Courtney Sullivan’s “Commencement" and her quote about your first year post-grad being "your freshman year of life." It’s funny that I spent the freshman, sophomore and junior year of life trying to figure out my identity and what I wanted to do with my life and in December, right as my "second semester of senior year" was starting, everything fell into place as it was supposed to.

I guess the universe is kinda cool like that.

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