It’s very much fall in New York now. There’s that song by Billie Holiday, “Autumn in New York,” that I keep re-playing in my head on my mornings to work, walks to the grocery store. There’s also the opening scene of You’ve Got Mail, with Tom Hank’s “Don’t you just love New York in the fall?” quote. Sometimes I wonder if the effects of this city will fade on me over time, or if the things I love about NY now – like the first hints of a changing season – will always resonate as something to look forward to.
My sister came to visit this past weekend, and her departure may have made me sadder than saying goodbye to any other person that’s come to visit me so far this year. We shopped, ate, talked and ate some more. We made trips to places we’ve visited together since we were teenagers in the city on vacation, and made memories at places I know we’ll be returning to come her next trip.
Thanks for the visit boo. ♥
Chris was in town for Labor Day weekend, during which I spent nearly 4 days eating my weight in some of my favorite dishes around NY: Malbec at Extra Virgin, cheese from Aria, shrimp tacos at Mole (and a Kelsey Grammer sighting). Curiosity got the best of us come Monday, so we headed to Montauk to see what all the fuss was about… Duryea’s lobster roll reviews may have been some influence on our decision, but my constant longing for Florida’s beaches made the 3 hour train ride to get there a little more bearable. It was a grey day with some rain, and with the height of the season just ending it was almost a ghost town (which I decided later I was thankful for.) Truthfully, it was no Destin or Rosemary, but it’s nice to know if I ever need to see the sea, the Hamptons can provide some consolation.
I was in Boston for about 24 hours this past weekend for one of our final strings of our #BTSS events. Having never been to the city before I was excited to explore. Architecture of times past peaked through modern works of art and carefully maintained green grass, while potted flowers and plaques with history facts rounded nearly every corner I turned. Overall it was a beautiful few hours following a successful event… I’m anxious to return on a weekend when I have time to discover all of Boston’s charms.
I’m in LA this week for our Back-to-School Saturday event. I left the city early Wednesday morning and have been living in the land of 75 degree weather and skyscraper-tall palm trees ever since. LA is really competing with my love for NY, especially since the atmosphere and weather remind me so much of Florida. I’m once again combining a beautiful city with my dream job… How did I get so lucky?
If you are in LA this weekend we are hosting a fashion show and concert TONIGHT at The Grove starting at 4pm with our amazing Editor-in-Chief, Amy Astley, Disney’s Shake It Up, Bella Thorne, and “Wings” artists Little Mix! Tomorrow we have a whole other day of activations back at The Grove from 1-5pm – giveaways, fashion presentations, DIYS… hope to see you there!
I seem to have a thing for remembering my camera the mornings I know there’s a good chance of ending up at a farmers market. If venturing off into Williamsburg isn’t on your radar, the Union Square Farmers Market comes in a close second to being my favorite in the city, (also lovely – the Hester Street Fair.)
While trying to escape the heat last weekend, my mother and I found ourselves strolling the tiers of the MoMa. Apart from it’s paintings and crowds, the MoMa’s architecture is by far it’s biggest plus. Open, white space, floor to ceiling glass walls, and the ability to see the first floor from the sixth – truly a work of art.
My mother was in town this weekend, and though I almost couldn’t bear to see her off this morning, we truly had one of the best weekends I’ve ever spent in this city. Friday night we strolled the aisles of Eataly, followed by mandatory wine, pizza and gelato. Saturday we grabbed bagels at Murrays, strolled the Union Square Farmers Market, shopped 14th Street and saw Rogers and Hammersteins Cinderella, (so cute.) Sunday we ate brunch at the Central Park Boathouse, strolled the MoMa, and eventually ended up at this taco gem in my neighborhood – Tacombi. I’d heard great things about their sangria and grilled corn in a cup, though the atmosphere was easily enough to entice me to go back: twinkle lights, a vintage van wagon, and a mix of music from the ’20s to the ’60s – I’m there.
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel… I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. ” – Jack Kerouac
I arrived back in New York by myself on Sunday with about 20 hours to spare before starting work early the next morning. And so it was off to here and there to gather what I considered essentials for the next few days, unpacking the few items I had brought with me in my suitcase. Monday through Wednesday morning were a blur, leaving Wednesday night to unpack my now-arrived shipped items and dinner with old friends at Tartine. But when I woke up Thursday morning, it took me a good minute to remember where I was at, followed by the all too realization that I was alone where I was at. Panic set in, as I began questioning my decision to uproot my life somewhere I had called home for 22 years, and a yearning for my family’s nearness and the smell of saltwater almost left me breathless. What was I doing? Since when did a girl of my disposition have what it takes to create a new life for herself, by herself? Who did I think I was?
This mindset continued into the day, as I showered and dressed and unpacked some more… did I make a mistake? I should make note that I have known what I wanted to do with my life since I was 16 years old. I have known that I wanted to be in the magazine industry, that I was good at the magazine industry, and that I would find someway to make it in the magazine industry. This resolution has been steadfast since I was that age, leaving little room for doubt or fear. But now here I was, in the city I’ve always wanted to be in working the dream job I’ve always wanted to have, feeling every unspoken qualm slowly working their ways into my heart and mind.
I suppose most people would tell me my episode was normal, that any big decisions will never be met with absolute certainty… but still, I was disappointed to feel that faith, that confidence in what I was supposed to do and where I was supposed to be, questioned for the first time since I was 16. The above quote from On the Road felt so true tonight as I watched the sun set over my new balcony near the financial district of New York, from orange to red to purple, of being far from home and not really knowing who I am yet. I feel an era in my life has ended, the freeness of just spending a few semesters interning in the city versus the reality of spending the next 10+ years of my life working and living in the city. It’s a weird feeling, one I had only ever experienced as exciting, but now I’m thinking it’s kind of sad too… Confusing. Strange. I’m letting go it go now though, letting it sink with the sun tonight.
It’s good to see you again New York, I think…