The start(ish) of a new year means it’s time to restart this little blogging effort. It’s been almost a year since I’ve posted anything and 11 or so months later, things are a bit different over here. What better way to relaunch then to catch you all up on the most important things to happen to me since I’ve been posting. 2013 was one of the best years in recent memory, and here are a few of the highlights: Read the rest of this entry
To celebrate Memorial Day weekend, I did what most New Yorkers do… I left the city. Friday afternoon, I boarded a flight to the beautiful city of Rochester, NY.
In my past life, I spent 4 years in a small town outside of Rochester (for college… what up Geneseo?!) followed by 2 1/2 years living in what is called “downtown” Rochester. Those 2 1/2 years were interesting, for lack of a better word. It’s a miracle I stayed friends with the 3 girls I shared a house with those first few months (hey friends, I know you’re reading and I love you :D). Then I lived in possibly the greatest apartment in the entire world (AKA Pink Paradise), I got my first real job, fell in love, learned how to take care of myself and be an “adult” — all while living 350 miles from home. Needless to say, the city of Rochester will forever tug at my heartstrings.
I was excited to head back for the weekend. It’s been about 7 months since my last trip, and that visit was a quick one-nighter en route to my friend’s wedding in Buffalo last fall. I had a laundry list of things I wanted to do and thanks to my hostess (and college roommate) Erin, I was able to accomplish most of it.
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“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:
Dear readers, I am currently writing to you from lots of miles in the air. I am en route from LaGuardia (often times my home away from home) to Orange County and LA via Atlanta. Starting in about December, I began traveling for work A LOT. This coming from a girl who spent the first 20+ years of her life never stepping foot in an airport. Since December, I’ve been to Omaha a handful of times, San Fran, Boston, DC, Chicago, Texas, Michigan, Connecticut, Florida, the Bahamas (all for work — I get a few personal trips in there every now and then too!).
Today though, my travel nightmares came true. For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you know I’ve been battling the world’s most epic cough. I’m on the way to beating Larry for good (yes, I named my cough — we’ve been together for so long!). However, after a failed z-pac attempt, the doctor put me on Prednisone and it’s leaving me all hyped-up and unable to sleep. Once I do fall asleep though, danger ensues. I was supposed to be out the door by 5:30 this morning. Instead, my day started a little something like this (please note the first 10 seconds):