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When Being Single Sucks

New York is probably the best city to be single in. I remember living in Rochester for a handful of years after college and was terrified of being single there. It was a city that screamed “settle down” and while I lived there, I was on that path. I wore dress pants to work every day, had a fridge full of fresh groceries and a boyfriend to snuggle on the couch with. But after awhile, I found that settling down sort of just felt like settling, and I left. And while I definitely don’t miss dress pants and prefer the many delivery options NYC has to offer, there are some times when being single sneaks up on you, like a change-of-seasons cold that leaves you unexpectedly bedridden for days. Read the rest of this entry

What I Hate About New York

There are not many things I don’t like about this city. I’ve written blogs, tweets and sonnets about my adoration of New York City. But like every amazing relationship, we sometimes have our ups and downs. And lest you all think this was an unrealistic love affair with no flaws, I’ll give you the inside look at what goes on behind the closed doors of my marriage to NYC. Read the rest of this entry

5 People You Meet on the Subway

New York City mass transit is one of the most amazing things in the world, if you ask me. For $2.25 you can pass your way through all 5 buroughs, rub elbows with business men and bums, and maybe even get to second base with a stranger. It’s seriously genius. After you’ve spent some time riding the subway, especially during a rush hour commute, you start to seem similarities in your fellow passengers. I’ve realized, there are pretty much 5 kinds of people you’ll find yourself sharing a ride with: Read the rest of this entry

The New York City Trifecta

They say when you live in New York City, you’re constantly in search of one of three things: the dream apartment, perfect relationship and a successful career. If you manage to nab each of these, you’ve officially made it. If you don’t – well I’m not so sure what that means exactly. Maybe that you should just throw in the towel, start taking the bus and give up ordering a skinny at Starbucks. Until that time comes though, consider this your reference guide to ensure you actually make it in this city (and coming from someone who’s snagged 2 out of 3, I figure I’m just as entitled as any to post this). Read the rest of this entry

Things that Piss Off an NYC Girl

Surprise: I’m a bit of a diva. I try not to be, but I’m very specific about things I like, things I don’t like, and things that just really piss me off. So what better way to let the whole world (or at least the, like, 10 of you who read this blog faithfully) know what pisses me off then write about it. I won’t drone on with an intro paragraph, because I’m already heated just thinking about these things that drive me, an NYC girl, absolutely crazy. Read the rest of this entry

Those Three Words… New York City

“A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: It is a beautiful catastrophe” — Le Corbusier

I’m just coming back from three days in California. There were beaches, palm trees, a convertible, room to move around, almost no concrete… it was glorious. But it wasn’t New York.  And isn’t that the real pisser of this city? God, I hate it so much sometimes. The rudeness, stupidity and self-centeredness of all the people wandering around. I go from zero to rage in about 10 seconds during rush hour. The trains are late, everything is overpriced, and there will never be enough square footage for all my shoes, clothing and accessories. But then I leave NYC and all of a sudden, all I want to do is get back. I guess that’s the beauty of it too.

And with that, I’m off to do what any true New Yorker does on a Sunday morning… brunch. Because it’s feeling like a day to fall back in love with NYC.

And while I’m all about the concrete jungle, there were some pretty moments while I was away. Here are a few pics from Cali:

Laguna Beach

Allie and Mally go to Cali

I was hoping he'd make me Big

Santa Monica Pier