I had the most magical feeling of fall this morning. Somewhere along my walk to the train, the 5:31am Brooklyn bound N train that is, I felt a change in the air. Starbucks grande americano in hand, I waited on the still, moonlit platform and took it all in. Three weeks into my new job and I still obsessed. Obsessed with the absolute chaos, the monstrous amount of post its that define my day, the hours beyond hours that add up to nearly 80 in a week (didn't think that was possible huh?) and the joyous feeling I get every day when I come to school.
Back track- I am seriously working harder than ever. Rather than counting down until the day is over I look at the clock and gasp knowing I only have X amount of time left before the sun goes down and X amount of work to do. The balance is finding itself- the 6:30am - 11:30pm shifts are tucked away for the season and my typical 6:30-6:00pm is refreshing. I am finding ways to max out the entire 24 hours of one day and somehow still manage. But no matter how many hours I work, I am still so unbelievably happy and so thankful for finally getting my time, my opportunity to shine.
It helps that I've made great friends at school (should I be calling it work...)? After spending every waking hour together, we all bonded quickly and formed the types of friendships that typically take months to form. Day in and day out I am surrounded by amazing, inspiring individuals who come from all over with ambitious goals and life views just like my own. It reminds me of camp- an entire group of people who want to be there for the same reasons as you. People don't dread coming to work, people don't hate what we stand for. It is a complete 180 from the bank and finally I feel like I'm where I belong.
These wonderful endless hours have left little to no personal time but it's okay- it's just a phase. I am, however, getting all my personal reading done on the trains (woohoo for book club!) and with a wonderful school calendar I am looking at future plans for February break, spring break, May break... the list goes on. What a wonderful pay off for all the hard work.
We are indulging in our first vacation since getting new jobs and I suppose last vacation of the summer. My dearest freshmen year roommate Erika is tying the knot on Saturday in Boulder! Kevin and I fly out Friday and I cannot wait. Not only do we get to witness Erika and Brad celebrate their vow of love but I get to show off the land of Boulder to Mr. Anglin! I can't wait to see all the besties and reveal the treasured land that holds such a firm spot in my heart. Brunch at The Buff, sunset at Flagstaff, tours of Theta, exploring campus, strolling Pearl and devouring a cup at Boulder Chill are just a few of the stopping points. What more could I ask for than four days to soak up all its glory and share it with my better half?
I believe that wonderful feeling this morning, that slight twinkle that began the turn of fall, is just the beginning. The beginning of a season, the beginning of magical color schemes and the beginning of living in a New York postcard. I think I'll be spending my weekends in the park, curled up on a blanket while the rustic leaves blend yellows and oranges into a simple, heartwarming masterpiece.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
The Journey To Job Happiness
Of course, looking back now, everything seems doable. All of life's worries, the nights filled with empty tears and desperate worries all seem sort of silly. But I suppose you have to go down in that dark place to get back up high and really appreciate the view. I honestly am thankful for every tough day, every quiet hour and restless night of sleep. It all paid off in the end.
Let me jump right into the most fabulous news I could ever give... I GOT A NEW JOB!!!! It still doesn't feel real. It didn't feel real getting the offer, giving my 2 weeks, signing my contract- it just seemed like an out of body experience. I suppose it won't seem real until I take the E to the J and land in Brooklyn bright and early on the morning of August 13 at my new East New York Middle School. Before the sun will rise, I will be up brewing the necessary caffeine, and heading into an unknown part of the city. Tacking on an additional 30 minutes to my old commute, I am honestly thrilled for the extra mileage. I will search for new music and yikes I might actually get into e-books (thoughts...??). Give me miles and miles of extra travel time because when I get there I will enter into a job I actually want to be at. Now I'm not entering this new job naively. I know that deep down maybe everyone hates working or there will be days I will storm home and sigh but one of my new year resolutions was to be happy at work 1 day out of 5. Ladies and Gents, I am 110% positive I will be happy at work at least 4 times out of 5. I won't say 5 out of 5 and jinx anything but I am already ecstatic just knowing a real opportunity is here. Finally I am doing something I care about, have a passion for. Finally I won't be embarrassed to reveal my employer or tell people what I do. Finally I am using my degree and finally I am getting the opportunity I know I deserve.
In other positive news, Kevin got a job too! So long debt and hello actually have money. We are finally decorating our apartment and making it our own. Building a home and yes it's bug free, AC breezing and totally cute. We are finally able to do some of the activities not listed in the "free NYC" handbooks and are able to make bucket lists and wish lists. Of course, I am so thankful for our months of cheap living. We couldn't have made it without those special friends who either offered up their Vermont home and car, paid for lavish meals or treated us to afternoon snacks. I learned quickly that our friends weren't doing this out of pity but rather out of love and now we are able to help our friends if they ever enter that 'I-have-no-money-NYC-is-swallowing-me-whole' phase. And for the record, we are still savvy with our spending and would rather walk the length of the island than blow away our hard earnings.
With the job search completed, Kevin finally being able to pursue his comedy career and Emily's season of the Bachelorette concluding, I realized this has left me with a lot of spare time. I really can only stay idle for so long before I bust so I have been thinking of new hobbies. Taylor has been graciously virtually training me via ShredFit and really that has been my hobby. But let's get real- I need something else because I am no ultra marathon woman or shredding machine like him. In this fabulous day and age of pinterest, I think I'm gonna look into DIY crafts and maybe some fun recipes. I should be reading more and I still want to find a book club- I just have realized that now with us both happily employed we can really start living here. But I guess if my only current problem is searching for a new hobby, I can sort of try anything and see where I end up. Wherever it may be, it really is the journey that makes it all worth the destination.
Let me jump right into the most fabulous news I could ever give... I GOT A NEW JOB!!!! It still doesn't feel real. It didn't feel real getting the offer, giving my 2 weeks, signing my contract- it just seemed like an out of body experience. I suppose it won't seem real until I take the E to the J and land in Brooklyn bright and early on the morning of August 13 at my new East New York Middle School. Before the sun will rise, I will be up brewing the necessary caffeine, and heading into an unknown part of the city. Tacking on an additional 30 minutes to my old commute, I am honestly thrilled for the extra mileage. I will search for new music and yikes I might actually get into e-books (thoughts...??). Give me miles and miles of extra travel time because when I get there I will enter into a job I actually want to be at. Now I'm not entering this new job naively. I know that deep down maybe everyone hates working or there will be days I will storm home and sigh but one of my new year resolutions was to be happy at work 1 day out of 5. Ladies and Gents, I am 110% positive I will be happy at work at least 4 times out of 5. I won't say 5 out of 5 and jinx anything but I am already ecstatic just knowing a real opportunity is here. Finally I am doing something I care about, have a passion for. Finally I won't be embarrassed to reveal my employer or tell people what I do. Finally I am using my degree and finally I am getting the opportunity I know I deserve.
In other positive news, Kevin got a job too! So long debt and hello actually have money. We are finally decorating our apartment and making it our own. Building a home and yes it's bug free, AC breezing and totally cute. We are finally able to do some of the activities not listed in the "free NYC" handbooks and are able to make bucket lists and wish lists. Of course, I am so thankful for our months of cheap living. We couldn't have made it without those special friends who either offered up their Vermont home and car, paid for lavish meals or treated us to afternoon snacks. I learned quickly that our friends weren't doing this out of pity but rather out of love and now we are able to help our friends if they ever enter that 'I-have-no-money-NYC-is-swallowing-me-whole' phase. And for the record, we are still savvy with our spending and would rather walk the length of the island than blow away our hard earnings.
With the job search completed, Kevin finally being able to pursue his comedy career and Emily's season of the Bachelorette concluding, I realized this has left me with a lot of spare time. I really can only stay idle for so long before I bust so I have been thinking of new hobbies. Taylor has been graciously virtually training me via ShredFit and really that has been my hobby. But let's get real- I need something else because I am no ultra marathon woman or shredding machine like him. In this fabulous day and age of pinterest, I think I'm gonna look into DIY crafts and maybe some fun recipes. I should be reading more and I still want to find a book club- I just have realized that now with us both happily employed we can really start living here. But I guess if my only current problem is searching for a new hobby, I can sort of try anything and see where I end up. Wherever it may be, it really is the journey that makes it all worth the destination.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
What Goes Down Must Come Up
I think I've tried to avoid this post. In my mind, I like to update this lovely blog often and reflect on the highlights of this so called magical life I'm living. But what happens when everything is oh not so great and I feel so downhearted that the last thing I want to do is publicly displaying my current failure mindset. Well, this time I became a little hermit crab and rather than seeing the bright side of things I felt suffocated and distraught. Just when I thought the universe was unfolding, everything fell apart and my life was left in shambles. Dramatic explanation, yes I know, but I shall explain.
You all know I have desperately been searching for a new job opportunity- something that challenges me, is actually rewarding and builds my character. I often want to jump and skip steps to get to this next opportunity but for the first time I am steady in my job and awaiting the right gate to open and for that section of the universe to unfold. In other words, the chaos in my life is so extreme I don't even notice my horrible job. Shall I get to the chaos?
I. The Extermination
A. After a wonderful Memorial Day weekend in Boston, visiting our closest friends and old stomping grounds, we returned to the concrete jungle late Monday night. To our dismay, our beautiful, cozy little apartment was suddenly infested and covered in bugs. Bugs ranging in sizes and shapes, diseases and track records and in the matter of moments our room was deemed inhabitable. Our current apartment is covered in plastic where our clothes and personal belongings are unattainable. Tomorrow is the lucky day where it gets sprayed and then another 3 weeks must pass before we dare set up our apartment and attempt to make it a home. Makes you just love NYC. (Also I tell you this in confidence so don't treat me like a leper).
1. On top of this extermination mess, we got into a legal battle with our landlord and I must say, thanks to the New York Housing Act, we are guaranteed to a "bug free" apartment and the little Elle Woods in me found this important information and saved us $500. Take that!
II. Precious Computer
A. After just a year and 4 months of using my new, post college, big girl laptop, it cracked and shattered last week! The screen looks like the inside of a flashlight or dark hole swallowing the only patience left in me. I went to work and it was fine. I returned and it was dead.
1. Flip side- we have hooked the laptop up to the TV screen and therefore all computer activities are done sitting close up with a scrunched back and squinting eyes. Wonderful seeing as I don't have vision insurance.
III. Kevin
A. His phone broke same day at the computer. Verizon was unbelievably unhelpful. Left us saying there was nothing they could do except for Kevin to buy a new $400 phone. Right... Can you hear me now when I say that's ridiculous.
B. Sadly he also is still without a job but he continues to blog (www.kevinanglin.com). And that is about the only thing keeping him sane. In the past, I benefited from his "stay at home dad" ways because I'd come home, dinner was cooked, apartment semi-clean and the night was easy. Seeing as we can't really afford our groceries now, I come home to the poor lad disheveled, hungry and eager to talk to a real human being.
IV. Summer Heat
A. 90* in NYC means death. Plain and simple. 5th floor walk up also means no matter what you are angry when you walk in the doors and you can't cook and you just sit in front of the AC. NOT cool. (Pun intended...)
I'm done complaining.
Never in my life have I felt like there was no out. Like the glass was actually half empty and like there was no turning around. All the negatives took over- the questions left me tossing and turning each night and wondering how on Earth are we gonna make it? How are we going to make rent? How are we going to get rid of these bugs? What else could possibly go wrong?
Of course, I like to think we hit rock bottom. Everything is wrong, everything sucks. But now that I've had some time to reflect and rant in this horribly paced blog, I have realized the following:
1. Things, one day, are going to get worse (as in this is probably not the actual 'rock bottom') and I'll look back at this time in my life and know that if I can get through this I can get through anything
2. I am extremely lucky to have Kevin through all of this. Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, he is one strong kid. As I just burst into tears because life is hard, Kevin finds a quiet way to carry on. Even in this mess, he is going after his comedy career and dream. And hell if he can keep the dream alive during this catastrophe then really he has what it takes to make it big (I, however, am I wimp).
3. Misery loves company. I have got to say a big thanks to my friends and peers who have secretly shared their horrible weeks and life experiences with me. Knowing I am not alone has meant more than it should.
4. My parents, no matter what, still believe in me. Endless emails, phone calls and letters have reminded me that they know we can do this. And they aren't trying to bail us out with financial support. It's the emotional support that has brought me back to the positive side of life. And that my friends has no fiscal value.
5. The only way from down here is up. I will find the beauty in the little things, the inspiration in the small moments and the opportunity in every challenge. It's a long road ahead and the speed bumps and pot holes and ditches are unforeseen and misleading but somehow this journey, in the end, will all be worth it.
You all know I have desperately been searching for a new job opportunity- something that challenges me, is actually rewarding and builds my character. I often want to jump and skip steps to get to this next opportunity but for the first time I am steady in my job and awaiting the right gate to open and for that section of the universe to unfold. In other words, the chaos in my life is so extreme I don't even notice my horrible job. Shall I get to the chaos?
I. The Extermination
A. After a wonderful Memorial Day weekend in Boston, visiting our closest friends and old stomping grounds, we returned to the concrete jungle late Monday night. To our dismay, our beautiful, cozy little apartment was suddenly infested and covered in bugs. Bugs ranging in sizes and shapes, diseases and track records and in the matter of moments our room was deemed inhabitable. Our current apartment is covered in plastic where our clothes and personal belongings are unattainable. Tomorrow is the lucky day where it gets sprayed and then another 3 weeks must pass before we dare set up our apartment and attempt to make it a home. Makes you just love NYC. (Also I tell you this in confidence so don't treat me like a leper).
1. On top of this extermination mess, we got into a legal battle with our landlord and I must say, thanks to the New York Housing Act, we are guaranteed to a "bug free" apartment and the little Elle Woods in me found this important information and saved us $500. Take that!
II. Precious Computer
A. After just a year and 4 months of using my new, post college, big girl laptop, it cracked and shattered last week! The screen looks like the inside of a flashlight or dark hole swallowing the only patience left in me. I went to work and it was fine. I returned and it was dead.
1. Flip side- we have hooked the laptop up to the TV screen and therefore all computer activities are done sitting close up with a scrunched back and squinting eyes. Wonderful seeing as I don't have vision insurance.
III. Kevin
A. His phone broke same day at the computer. Verizon was unbelievably unhelpful. Left us saying there was nothing they could do except for Kevin to buy a new $400 phone. Right... Can you hear me now when I say that's ridiculous.
B. Sadly he also is still without a job but he continues to blog (www.kevinanglin.com). And that is about the only thing keeping him sane. In the past, I benefited from his "stay at home dad" ways because I'd come home, dinner was cooked, apartment semi-clean and the night was easy. Seeing as we can't really afford our groceries now, I come home to the poor lad disheveled, hungry and eager to talk to a real human being.
IV. Summer Heat
A. 90* in NYC means death. Plain and simple. 5th floor walk up also means no matter what you are angry when you walk in the doors and you can't cook and you just sit in front of the AC. NOT cool. (Pun intended...)
I'm done complaining.
Never in my life have I felt like there was no out. Like the glass was actually half empty and like there was no turning around. All the negatives took over- the questions left me tossing and turning each night and wondering how on Earth are we gonna make it? How are we going to make rent? How are we going to get rid of these bugs? What else could possibly go wrong?
Of course, I like to think we hit rock bottom. Everything is wrong, everything sucks. But now that I've had some time to reflect and rant in this horribly paced blog, I have realized the following:
1. Things, one day, are going to get worse (as in this is probably not the actual 'rock bottom') and I'll look back at this time in my life and know that if I can get through this I can get through anything
2. I am extremely lucky to have Kevin through all of this. Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, he is one strong kid. As I just burst into tears because life is hard, Kevin finds a quiet way to carry on. Even in this mess, he is going after his comedy career and dream. And hell if he can keep the dream alive during this catastrophe then really he has what it takes to make it big (I, however, am I wimp).
3. Misery loves company. I have got to say a big thanks to my friends and peers who have secretly shared their horrible weeks and life experiences with me. Knowing I am not alone has meant more than it should.
4. My parents, no matter what, still believe in me. Endless emails, phone calls and letters have reminded me that they know we can do this. And they aren't trying to bail us out with financial support. It's the emotional support that has brought me back to the positive side of life. And that my friends has no fiscal value.
5. The only way from down here is up. I will find the beauty in the little things, the inspiration in the small moments and the opportunity in every challenge. It's a long road ahead and the speed bumps and pot holes and ditches are unforeseen and misleading but somehow this journey, in the end, will all be worth it.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Looks Like We Made It
"New York City, uh huh, Center of the universe, sing it girl"
I suppose RENT lyrics will never get old...
It's been almost a month since NYC became home and I must say I have nothing but a good report. Strangely enough, NYC feels more like home than Boston did (gasp!). I don't know if it was the time in my life (post college blues) or what but I felt very homesick in Boston and often longed for something more. Please don't let that downsize the wonderful experience I had there or the magical people I met and I actually think we will live there again one day. However, something about this moment in my life, this chapter, this small fraction feels rather comfy in the rotten core of the Big Apple.
I'd like to say all degrees of life are in the positive but no need to lie- there is a big part of me that is dying a miserable death. I want it clearly stated that I never wanted the whole "I hate my job" aspect to be something people associated with me. Sadly I think it is but on the bright side I am taking the appropriate steps to get out of that negative spiral and anxiously looking forward to the arrival of something new.
Let's get back to the positive. I love our apartment! Hardwood floors, wondrous views, door to door is 20 minutes to work, the neighborhood is booming with delicious food and the most diverse environment I've ever seen. Just blocks from the gym and seconds from the train, it has everything one could ask for. Starbucks is closer than my wallet can handle and fellow friends and a glorious big park are simply found in a New York minute. I've started figuring out the subway system and (hope I don't jinx myself) but I haven't gotten lost once! It may be this big, mean, mysterious city but I really think I'm tough enough to handle it.
In other news, my parents arrive Friday and excited doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I haven't seen them since Thanksgiving which is officially the longest I've ever gone NOT seeing family. A big no no. I know my dad is going to constantly question how on Earth I could live here but I like to remind him this roadrunner, adventurous, determined personality of mine is simply a spin off of his. At my age, he was chasing the American highways on his motorcycle and following unknown dreams of intense soul searching. His highways are my subways and the soul searching is just beginning.
I suppose without question the best part of this move has been accomplishing something I've aspired to do since high school. Let me say that nearly everyone thought we were crazy to move here. I've heard every excuse in the book- we don't have enough money, NYC will eat me alive, it's not safe--- it goes on. First I thank everyone who knew we could do it but also I thank everyone who said we couldn't. Those doubtful messages inspired me more than it should have but we did it. I've wanted to live in New York City for... ever. I've wanted that rush, that overwhelming feel, the loneliness on the subway, the comfort of the city noise and the peacefulness at dawn. It's crazy to have made it here. The intense saving, the hours of desperately questioning my sanity- now I can say it was all worth it. And it was.
I guess I need to stir up a new dream so I can start chasing that one tomorrow.
(View of the Upper East Side/ Harlem from Astoria Park)
I suppose RENT lyrics will never get old...
It's been almost a month since NYC became home and I must say I have nothing but a good report. Strangely enough, NYC feels more like home than Boston did (gasp!). I don't know if it was the time in my life (post college blues) or what but I felt very homesick in Boston and often longed for something more. Please don't let that downsize the wonderful experience I had there or the magical people I met and I actually think we will live there again one day. However, something about this moment in my life, this chapter, this small fraction feels rather comfy in the rotten core of the Big Apple.
I'd like to say all degrees of life are in the positive but no need to lie- there is a big part of me that is dying a miserable death. I want it clearly stated that I never wanted the whole "I hate my job" aspect to be something people associated with me. Sadly I think it is but on the bright side I am taking the appropriate steps to get out of that negative spiral and anxiously looking forward to the arrival of something new.
Let's get back to the positive. I love our apartment! Hardwood floors, wondrous views, door to door is 20 minutes to work, the neighborhood is booming with delicious food and the most diverse environment I've ever seen. Just blocks from the gym and seconds from the train, it has everything one could ask for. Starbucks is closer than my wallet can handle and fellow friends and a glorious big park are simply found in a New York minute. I've started figuring out the subway system and (hope I don't jinx myself) but I haven't gotten lost once! It may be this big, mean, mysterious city but I really think I'm tough enough to handle it.
In other news, my parents arrive Friday and excited doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I haven't seen them since Thanksgiving which is officially the longest I've ever gone NOT seeing family. A big no no. I know my dad is going to constantly question how on Earth I could live here but I like to remind him this roadrunner, adventurous, determined personality of mine is simply a spin off of his. At my age, he was chasing the American highways on his motorcycle and following unknown dreams of intense soul searching. His highways are my subways and the soul searching is just beginning.
I suppose without question the best part of this move has been accomplishing something I've aspired to do since high school. Let me say that nearly everyone thought we were crazy to move here. I've heard every excuse in the book- we don't have enough money, NYC will eat me alive, it's not safe--- it goes on. First I thank everyone who knew we could do it but also I thank everyone who said we couldn't. Those doubtful messages inspired me more than it should have but we did it. I've wanted to live in New York City for... ever. I've wanted that rush, that overwhelming feel, the loneliness on the subway, the comfort of the city noise and the peacefulness at dawn. It's crazy to have made it here. The intense saving, the hours of desperately questioning my sanity- now I can say it was all worth it. And it was.
I guess I need to stir up a new dream so I can start chasing that one tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Shipping Out Of Boston
Saying goodbye is never easy. It's not one of those things that gets better every time you do it. Practice doesn't make perfect. Here I am again saying goodbye to another chapter of life. Of course, I am thrilled for the new adventure but my time in Boston deserve its own reminiscent post.
Boston has taught me more about myself than I planned. I fell in love with a city I really knew nothing about. For the first time in my life, I follow major sports. I leave Boston as a real Patriots fan (sorry dad) and I'll always root for the Red Sox. I know the T, the secret passages downtown and the best places for weekend brunch. For something that was so foreign is now such a habit.
I've learned to breathe. Simple yes but Boston will represent those first years out of college becoming independent, missing home, missing college and yet striving for a bright future. I'll think of weekend trips, walking through the Common, Sunday dinners at Kevin's parents and weekend shows at The Cantab. Luscious springs, bitter winters, leave crunching falls and a short but sweet summer, Boston showed me the ins and outs of a real season.
As much as I have loved the scenery and the vivid environment, it's the people I will truly miss the most. I started at the bank pretty lonely- I really didn't have any friends besides Joanna and Kevin. As work became just another part of life, the boundary walls fell and friendships blossomed. Thursday night became Girl's Night, Tuesday morning was gossiping about last night's Bachelor episode and the weekends were ours to shop, get nails done or simply play at Southie beach. No matter what it was these girls became the type of friends I made in college. The type of friends I had been missing and truly needed. I know we won't end our friendship just by being a few train stops away. With babies being born, potential weddings and life's mysterious adventures, our hang outs are just further spaced a part.
And then there's my roommates. Yes Mr. Kevin heads to NYC with me (after all this is his dream we are chasing!) but behind we leave Mr. Peter and Mr. Mike. Living with 3 boys was at first an insane idea. Would it be dirty? Would I survive? I barely knew these boys but they opened their man cave and let an ex-sorority girl move in and change it up. In the end, they definitely benefited from my extreme cleaning, dessert making and weekly supply of gossip magazines. In return, I learned to relax, listen to old school records and even watch very boy-ish movies. I will miss our kitchen banter and weekend breakfast, coffee breaks and endless hours of Liam Neeson and Taken, Country Strong and discussing everything from politics to Hollywood. As much as I am looking forward to just living with Kev, I will miss the little family we became and await their first visit to the big city.
So off we go- actually currently in Astoria figuring out our apartment situation. Stressful doesn't even begin to describe it all but in the end, it will work out. It has to for there really is no other way.
(Below: Little Bird has come a long way from this day when we drove across county and into little beantown)
Boston has taught me more about myself than I planned. I fell in love with a city I really knew nothing about. For the first time in my life, I follow major sports. I leave Boston as a real Patriots fan (sorry dad) and I'll always root for the Red Sox. I know the T, the secret passages downtown and the best places for weekend brunch. For something that was so foreign is now such a habit.
I've learned to breathe. Simple yes but Boston will represent those first years out of college becoming independent, missing home, missing college and yet striving for a bright future. I'll think of weekend trips, walking through the Common, Sunday dinners at Kevin's parents and weekend shows at The Cantab. Luscious springs, bitter winters, leave crunching falls and a short but sweet summer, Boston showed me the ins and outs of a real season.
As much as I have loved the scenery and the vivid environment, it's the people I will truly miss the most. I started at the bank pretty lonely- I really didn't have any friends besides Joanna and Kevin. As work became just another part of life, the boundary walls fell and friendships blossomed. Thursday night became Girl's Night, Tuesday morning was gossiping about last night's Bachelor episode and the weekends were ours to shop, get nails done or simply play at Southie beach. No matter what it was these girls became the type of friends I made in college. The type of friends I had been missing and truly needed. I know we won't end our friendship just by being a few train stops away. With babies being born, potential weddings and life's mysterious adventures, our hang outs are just further spaced a part.
And then there's my roommates. Yes Mr. Kevin heads to NYC with me (after all this is his dream we are chasing!) but behind we leave Mr. Peter and Mr. Mike. Living with 3 boys was at first an insane idea. Would it be dirty? Would I survive? I barely knew these boys but they opened their man cave and let an ex-sorority girl move in and change it up. In the end, they definitely benefited from my extreme cleaning, dessert making and weekly supply of gossip magazines. In return, I learned to relax, listen to old school records and even watch very boy-ish movies. I will miss our kitchen banter and weekend breakfast, coffee breaks and endless hours of Liam Neeson and Taken, Country Strong and discussing everything from politics to Hollywood. As much as I am looking forward to just living with Kev, I will miss the little family we became and await their first visit to the big city.
So off we go- actually currently in Astoria figuring out our apartment situation. Stressful doesn't even begin to describe it all but in the end, it will work out. It has to for there really is no other way.
(Below: Little Bird has come a long way from this day when we drove across county and into little beantown)
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Deep In The Heart
There is some part of me, that for some unknown reason, is a deep at heart southern girl. I've got the stereotypical things- cowboy boots, country music, the occasional "y'all", porch swings and margaritas on a summer night. But in a deeper layer, we find general hospitality, family love and the longing for the gentle slow pace of life.
Recently, I was fortunate enough to spend a long weekend deep in the heart of Texas with my ever so magical Noni & Papa. Kevin and I ventured to the little town of Boerne (driving a hilariously small Fiat) and spent 3 days Wii bowling, eating copious amounts of home cooking, met a mule wrangler who sold us fabulous boots, puzzled ourselves over Jeopardy and spend hours listening to the sweet tales of my grandparents. It's probably my favorite part of visiting 400 Tapatio drive- the house is filled with love, filled with history of a couple who still flirts together at 92 and cherishes each and every day.
The family love continued to spread as aunt and uncles stopped by for meals and chats. Even though it had been quite some time since our last visit, it seems our family just picks up and continues right where we left off. Stories of growing up, past visits and future wishes left me feeling full of gratitude and so beyond thankful for this life. I am reminded to live each day to the fullest and yet take it one day at a time. Of course, this is something I continue to work on daily especially as the big move approaches. But it's a sweet, blissful feeling to know that when the world gets too loud and the city gets too fast, Boerne, Texas will open its arms and slow the time and rekindle my heart.
Recently, I was fortunate enough to spend a long weekend deep in the heart of Texas with my ever so magical Noni & Papa. Kevin and I ventured to the little town of Boerne (driving a hilariously small Fiat) and spent 3 days Wii bowling, eating copious amounts of home cooking, met a mule wrangler who sold us fabulous boots, puzzled ourselves over Jeopardy and spend hours listening to the sweet tales of my grandparents. It's probably my favorite part of visiting 400 Tapatio drive- the house is filled with love, filled with history of a couple who still flirts together at 92 and cherishes each and every day.
The family love continued to spread as aunt and uncles stopped by for meals and chats. Even though it had been quite some time since our last visit, it seems our family just picks up and continues right where we left off. Stories of growing up, past visits and future wishes left me feeling full of gratitude and so beyond thankful for this life. I am reminded to live each day to the fullest and yet take it one day at a time. Of course, this is something I continue to work on daily especially as the big move approaches. But it's a sweet, blissful feeling to know that when the world gets too loud and the city gets too fast, Boerne, Texas will open its arms and slow the time and rekindle my heart.
Monday, February 13, 2012
I. And. Love. And. You
As seen from previous years, I am a big fan of Valentine's Day. In fact, it's my 2nd favorite holiday (Christmas still takes the cake on that). Why do I love such a day? As you role your eyes and feel a bitter distaste, please know it has nothing to do with having a Valentine. In short, my top 3 favorite reasons for this fabulous day are...
1) 20 years ago, I was in Bakersfield, CA, curled up on the couch, in Little Mermaid pajamas, watching Fantasia. Not even 4 years old, I was anxious and eager for a phone call that would change my life. Late in the evening, as roses bloomed and chocolates were devoured, a beautiful, brown eyed boy entered this world. King George, commonly know as Silas Nathaniel, graced us with his presence and I became a big sister. Since that day, every February 14th marked another year I was blessed to have such a character in my life. Tomahawks, Power Rangers, Star Wars and Guitars- the boy's interests ranged in topic but always cared for with extreme desire. Today, the King resides in the land of Ducks where every day I am more proud to be his sister. At the caboose of a big family, expectations run deep while responsibility lies thin. Torn between a rebellious teen and wise man, George has taken his college opportunity far beyond I ever could. I still remember that night he was born- so plump and frail and yet filled with endless potential.
2) Slight change of tone... but I am a sap for Valentine's memorabilia. In my room, I have candy boutiques, cards and letters just waiting to be delivered. It's like Christmas where I can't wait to sneak out and decorate the house so when everyone wakes up they are blessed with reds and pinks and simple shaped hearts. I even made homemade peanut butter cups (thanks Pinterest!) and decorated them with red sparkles. How can you not love the glorious ensemble of red, pink and white? And don't even get me started on the wonder of Conversation hearts...
3. Love. Hopeless Romantic. Yes, that is me. I grew up watching and daydreaming about the greatest love stories. Ranging from Father of the Bride, Serendipity, When Harry Met Sally, Beauty and the Beast and Love Actually to name a few, I have always known love comes in different shapes, sizes, colors and times. It's indescribable and the most comforting, blissful feeling in the world. I believe you should fall in love with as many things as you can (Gwyneth in Country Strong also agrees). I am in love with the seasons, the stars, the cool air and the warm, Friday nights and Sunday mornings, brunch and early supper, cuddling and swooning, independence and book stores, ice cream and eggplant, kisses and flowers. I am in love with my family and friends, the new and the old, the unforeseen and forgotten. I am madly, deeply in love with a boy who gives me full blown butterflies and wholehearted kisses. In the chaos of it all, I am in love with life. And so here's to a day to celebrate it all. A love for whatever you feel- whether it's a person, place or thing, and a day to embrace a feeling we are so unique to have.
1) 20 years ago, I was in Bakersfield, CA, curled up on the couch, in Little Mermaid pajamas, watching Fantasia. Not even 4 years old, I was anxious and eager for a phone call that would change my life. Late in the evening, as roses bloomed and chocolates were devoured, a beautiful, brown eyed boy entered this world. King George, commonly know as Silas Nathaniel, graced us with his presence and I became a big sister. Since that day, every February 14th marked another year I was blessed to have such a character in my life. Tomahawks, Power Rangers, Star Wars and Guitars- the boy's interests ranged in topic but always cared for with extreme desire. Today, the King resides in the land of Ducks where every day I am more proud to be his sister. At the caboose of a big family, expectations run deep while responsibility lies thin. Torn between a rebellious teen and wise man, George has taken his college opportunity far beyond I ever could. I still remember that night he was born- so plump and frail and yet filled with endless potential.
2) Slight change of tone... but I am a sap for Valentine's memorabilia. In my room, I have candy boutiques, cards and letters just waiting to be delivered. It's like Christmas where I can't wait to sneak out and decorate the house so when everyone wakes up they are blessed with reds and pinks and simple shaped hearts. I even made homemade peanut butter cups (thanks Pinterest!) and decorated them with red sparkles. How can you not love the glorious ensemble of red, pink and white? And don't even get me started on the wonder of Conversation hearts...
3. Love. Hopeless Romantic. Yes, that is me. I grew up watching and daydreaming about the greatest love stories. Ranging from Father of the Bride, Serendipity, When Harry Met Sally, Beauty and the Beast and Love Actually to name a few, I have always known love comes in different shapes, sizes, colors and times. It's indescribable and the most comforting, blissful feeling in the world. I believe you should fall in love with as many things as you can (Gwyneth in Country Strong also agrees). I am in love with the seasons, the stars, the cool air and the warm, Friday nights and Sunday mornings, brunch and early supper, cuddling and swooning, independence and book stores, ice cream and eggplant, kisses and flowers. I am in love with my family and friends, the new and the old, the unforeseen and forgotten. I am madly, deeply in love with a boy who gives me full blown butterflies and wholehearted kisses. In the chaos of it all, I am in love with life. And so here's to a day to celebrate it all. A love for whatever you feel- whether it's a person, place or thing, and a day to embrace a feeling we are so unique to have.
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