Come On Already

I mean if your Friday wasn't amazing enough...

Photo Dump

New hood!!

Move-in Essentials

Part Deux

New View

Buds for him.

Friday night on the water

Chattin' fashion and footwear

Gluttony

Smorgasburg!

Slices of heaven

Morning run. Hello, Hudson.

Morning walk

Sunday night dinner

Authenti-City.

UWS: Two Sides to Every Coin

Its been exactly a week since waking up in my new apartment. Its so strange how one week can change your perspective. My first night last week was overwhelmingly strange and sad. Granted Erin came over and my new BFF/broker Melissa dropped by with some house warming goodies (Champagne, take-out menus, and vitamin water. So nice). But the overall feeling was fear. "This place is too big for just me." "This place is too nice for me." "Did I make the right move?" I know these may sound like trite worries, but I couldn't shake this feeling of loneliness either. I no longer had a small space with stuff surrounding me. It was so open and foreign.

In just one week though I've fallen in love with my new space. And the strangeness, the sadness of moving on, and the loneliness has subsided. It is a real home. Its my new home! It has already been filled with friends, family (yeah, the rents were in town), and lots of laughter. My new neighborhood is the best. I've already met neighbors, found my go-to yoga studio, my go-to pub, the famous Zabar's cheese counter, and a nice morning run/walk route in the park.

It's kinda amazing how creating more space, new space in my life with its risks and messiness has created more space, new space in my head and heart. Noted, Life. Noted.

Monday Motivation

Up there

When I lived in Austin I called both of my apartments the Tree House. The Terrytown Tree House was so fun, but I loved, loved, loved the place on West Lynn. My new place is at the top, top of the building (those stairs are not kidding around) and my built-in bed definitely has a treehouse feeling. Which lead me to find the coolest (and the largest) tree house... So fun.

Moving. And Movin' On.

This is the last night in my apt on 39th and Park. I wish I could remember what I felt when I moved in. Here I am almost four years later, realizing its the longest place I've lived since my parent's house in high school. I feel sad. And, of course, excited to move on. But its hard letting go of a home with so many memories. 

I've moved into three different positions in my career here... Started a business... Grew a business... Fell in love... Fell out of love... Shared early morning croissants and hours of endless conversations with Allie on many a Friday morning... Had numerous glasses of red wine with Chrissy on many a Wednesday night.... Laughed endless amounts with Erin, any particular night... Shared birthdays with Liam and Mark... Annually hosted Kim, Jackie, Robert, Marina, and my cousin in a space the size of my parent's walk-in closet ... Painted walls black and shades of neutral (actually Erin did that)... All while never learning how to open my closet doors properly...

I know I will make new memories. But there's a part of me that wants to hold onto that space of the known comfort. However, I've learned there comes a time when what is known isn't even comfortable anymore. I'm sure tomorrow night, sleeping in my new space will be exciting and foreign. The next morning I will likely miss the view of Grand Central,  or walking out of my apartment to see the Chrysler building. But hopefully, four years from now, I will be able to look back and say to myself it was worth it. It always is.

It seems fitting that its pouring down rain tonight since tomorrow is clean start. 

xo

Oh! Amuerica.

Stop. It.

Say it isn't so. I love them.

Monday Motivation

Sail On Down the Line

On Saturday, I hopped the train out to Long Island to sail The Sound with Mark and Tim.
It was the perfect Fall weekend. Sunny, crisp, lots of laughter.

Mark and I played the game "Name the Boat."
Favorite out of the lot: The Sea-Word. Thank you, Arrested Development. Never gets old.

Last time I was out, we had this amazing Tzatziki.
After eating about, oh, about a pound of it this trip, I literally couldn't take one more bite.
Force feed Tzatziki still tastes quite delish, though.

El Capitán. El Capitán.

Sail on, honey

Rothko#1

Rothko#2

Oh, hey, Creepy Lionel Richie.

Dreadlocks in the making.

Lovely Saturday, indeed. xo

Intentional Attention

Have you ever noticed how the best inspiration doesn’t happen when you’re sitting in front of the computer? For me it comes when I’m swimming laps, right after yoga or wandering the streets. I feel so lucky to call NYC home, and feel like anywhere I go there is inspiration if you look (or look past something in some cases). I love walking... How a one-way street suddenly becomes two-way.. Or the way that the same view can change depending on time of day or weather... Or you look up and discover a new detail in a building. Granted its Paris, but I found these gems rather inspiring.