Filed under Life in the city

Operation Happy Place.

Due to the events of last weekend, I made it a goal for myself to minimize solo┬átime as much as possible. I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts, unless I was using them to power a run (I do my best running when I’m angry), nor did I want to spend the first … Continue reading

How’s New York? What’s new?

I just got back from Christmas break at home, and as anytime I go home, I get a plethora of “how’s New York? what’s new?” type questions. And usually I deflect them – “New York is good, nothing much new” – and allow the other person to tell me about their life. Usually their kids, … Continue reading

A Tale of Two Days in Manhattan.

Sunday, 9:30am I’m settling at Radio City Music Hall for the dress rehearsal for the Tony Awards, aka a musical theater geek’s heaven. A wonderful friend has connections to people who work on the show’s production, and occasionally she gets tickets, and sometimes she asks me to go. This was the second time I’ve gone, … Continue reading

A different kind of love.

Last Saturday night, a friend asked me if I liked my job. I replied, “I love it.” It was the truth. I do. For the first time in my life, I can say that I absolutely, unequivocally love my job. There is no “I love this, but…” I have no complaints about my commute. I … Continue reading

A New York state of mind.

I’ve been traveling quite a bit over the past month – some for fun, vacation time, but also trying to get myself a new job. And if you’ve read this blog, you know New York has been wearing on me over the past 6-8 months. It’s an exhausting, difficult place to live. I had to … Continue reading

It’s just one of those days.

I downloaded this song from Napster and put it on on my “Anger Management” Winamp playlist circa 2000. This list also consisted of a lot of Eminem. A lot. I wasn’t a particularly angry girl. I was just a white girl at a liberal arts college who thought Eminem was the hottest thing on earth. … Continue reading

Lazy Sunday.

Sundays are great. In the fall, there’s football, in the spring, there’s hockey, and year round there are plenty of unlimited mimosa brunches to choose from in New York. Gorgeous, sunny Sundays are perfect for wandering around Central Park… cold, rainy Sundays are perfect for snuggling under a blanket and watching six hours of bad … Continue reading

An open letter to the guy I met last night.

You’re pretty cute. (I verified it with my friend several times throughout the evening, because I’d had a few beers.) I like how you squeezed your way in next to me and used the bowl of Goldfish on the bar as a conversation starter. Well played, indeed. I actually liked the peek of a tattoo … Continue reading

A few thoughts on a Thursday night.

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Things have been crazy around here lately, and I just haven’t had the time or the energy. But I’m back, life is returning to normal, and I promise to be better about updating you all about my incredibly boring life. ­čÖé Basically, over the past few weeks, this is … Continue reading

Sick in the city

There are few things worse than being sick, single, and in New York City. It’s loud. (Literally, there was a jackhammer outside my apartment this morning.) It’s dirty. You have to walk everywhere. Most days, I don’t mind (and sometimes even enjoy) these things. But when all you want to do is lay in bed … Continue reading