Thursday, April 19, 2012

{ the day I broke up with new york }

His name was New York and he was bold and fierce,
yet sweet and loving and I liked that he always kept me on my toes.
There were days when I thought I could never leave him
and nights when I longed for someone
who wanted a different life, far away from the beat of city.  

He was my New York and I wouldn't trade my days with him for anything. 
He taught me how to be me and not to worry about what everyone else thinks. 
He taught me to do things on my own and that it was okay to do so. 
He gave me seasons and gorgeous fall days and tulips in the spring
and cozy nights at home when I couldn't fathom putting on my giant sleeping bag of a jacket
just to cross the blizzard infested street. 
He introduced me to people I don't know how I ever lived without and experiences I will never forget.
He taught me that there's a whole big world out there and that we can all get along. 
He was mine for longer than I thought but some good things are meant to end. 
New York will always be in my heart...but it's time we go our separate ways.

Oh New York.

I've been writing this post in my mind for months now...knowing this separation was inevitable.  

New York is a hard place to leave, but it's time.  

I will miss the pulse of the city and all the characters that became a part of my New York.
My New York constants.
I never knew their names but their faces I will never forget.
The girl at the deli across the street,
the fruit cart guy on the corner who gave me a free banana once,
our favorite neighborhood wanderer with his nightly shouts of hallelujah, glory & I love you
and my favorite faces during my daily commute.  All part of my New York.  

I may not have been born in New York but I could call myself a New Yorker.  

I've walked up enough stairs and paid for enough cabs and have experienced enough
and loved enough of the city to feel like it was home.  

NYC has taught me...schooled me...and made me wise. 

Is there life after NYC? 

Yes. It will be different but a different kind of amazing and I'm excited for it. 

Years from now I'm excited to look back and remember that one time
when I lived in New York and the moments in my life that were worthy of a Hollywood film
about a girl and a city where dreams are made.   

My last night in New York City ended much like it began... 
over sushi with my cousin talking about life, dreams and the future.  

Goodbye New York, hello Reno!  

Friday, December 16, 2011

{ the perfect song }

I tried to explain to BF last night how I could listen to the same song on repeat...for hours. 

Sometimes I hear things or see things that make me stop and think or not think...

it's like the world has stopped and all I can hear is the perfect melody 

I'm wrapped up in a moment when everything couldn't be more supreme.

beauty does that to me.

to me I imagine it feels like what it must be like to be in the center of a 20 foot wave

It's my kind of adrenaline. 

I need to make a soundtrack to my life...

Sometimes I hear things and it's as if it was written just for me
at that precise moment in my life when it's the only song that could ever fit

I hope your repeat button is used frequently. 


are the wonders of my world, are the wonders of my world
are the wonders of this world, are the wonders of my world

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

{ a RI thanksgiving }

my family has always lived kind of far apart
but not this year...
my sis & her hubby are just a train ride away now, in gorgeous wakefield, RI
where the trees are plentiful & you can always find the coast. 
My kind of place...
Sometimes we get fancy but this year was hoodies and jeans and longs walks on the beach...
I hope your Thanksgiving was as wonderful as mine.

Monday, October 17, 2011

{ let the pirates go first }

I'm pretty sure I'm a real New Yorker now...
I was on my way to work this morning...the usual apartment to subway to work
and on my way out of the subway, there was a gaggle of pirates, yes
real pirates, blocking the stairs that I needed to walk up to get out.
I started to walk through them when some guy yelled at me and told me that
I needed to wait for the pirates.  What???  I was rushed as I usually am in the
mornings and just wanted to get to work.  20 hot pirates and all I could think
about was getting to work??? What's wrong with me?  Am I turning into the girl that doesn't
stop to smell the pirates??? I won't be doing that anytime soon, but next time, I'll let the pirates go first.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

{ always... }

always a good idea...always.

Friday, September 2, 2011

{ perfectly still & calm }

I woke up this morning to the sun peering through the shades and 
only the sounds of a few cars on the road...ahh, life outside New York City. 
Sometimes I forget how still and calm the rest of the world is. 
I love mornings when you wake up and realize you don't have to get out of bed
because you took the day off.  
It felt somewhat like that the morning after Irene...
church was cancelled and the city was eerily quiet.
Too quiet for the city that never sleeps but sleep is a good thing
and I'm ready for a few days of new england gorgeousness.
I've got my camera & white jeans all packed and ready....
happy labor day weekend city lovers!