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…
“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”
My family was in Orlando this weekend to celebrate what we kept calling my “pretend graduation.” I took my last college final on Friday, so though my degree audit will shortly be changing from ‘student’ to ‘graduate,’ the ceremony is not held until later in the month, and as I’ll be back in New York in just a few short days, we decided to celebrate a little early rather than skipping it altogether. My family arrived on Saturday and immediately made everything feel special… every magazine I’ve been published in, my portfolio, and cupcakes took over my dining room, while the cutest decorations hung all about my living room.
The girls took me shopping after lunch while the boys played golf, followed by dinner and wine at Dexter’s where I was given the most beautiful necklace and pair of earrings from one of my favorite jewelry lines out of New York, Vale. Looking back on these pictures, I can’t feel anything other than gratitude for the people in them, and almost utter sadness at the thought of moving so far from them.. Come visit me soon. <3
I found out some very exciting news this past Wednesday, and if my heart wasn’t already going to burst from happiness, everyone’s warm wishes have made me that much more emotional. I have always loved Teen Vogue, what they stand for and do for teen girls, the excellence every issue displays… it was a dream interning for them this past spring, going back to a full time job with them is surreal.
I should add, more specifically, the gratitude I have for the amazing staff at Teen Vogue for giving me this opportunity. I wish I could put into words the talent I witnessed daily while working for them, and how many mentors I gained. I cannot wait to jump back in, to continue working alongside these amazing, amazing people.
So thank you. Thank you for all of your support and encouragement along the way. It has meant the world to me. ♥
Chris’s family was kind enough to have me at their beach house the weekend before last. I’ve been visiting the Seaside area with another friend’s family since I was in elementary school, and yet the area still has the effect to take my breath away every time I frequent it. The company of Chris’s family left me wishing I had the leisure of seeing them more often. It was one of the most beautiful weekends of the summer… I’ll favorite it forever.