Fall has arrived

posted on: Friday, September 23, 2016



It is finally here and thank goodness, because I need a new season. I seem to get antsy towards the end of each one, ready for a change. Of course, I’m also excited to be in this city during my favorite time of year. Even people who love summer can’t help but admit how amazing the city is in the fall. Although, it seems that autumn is sleeping in at the moment as the temperature today reached the high 80’s and I sweat my way right through another shirt. Ugh! In my head, Fall arrives tomorrow because the temperatures will be dropping 15 degrees (cue the hallelujah chorus). Someone once mentioned that there’s rarely an ease into temperature changes here and it seems they were right! Its been warm all of this week and next week the temperatures aren’t even going to reach the 80’s.

Cooler weather is like instant happiness for me, almost like I get a rush of endorphins every time I feel the cooler air. I have this theory that it’s because I grew up in Ft. Lauderdale where fall anywhere else was as cold as it ever got in my hometown. I remember feeling like it wasn’t really winter until everyone wore hoodies at school and that was as much as we ever needed to bundle up. I love the chilly weather, getting cozy, wearing sweaters and layers, and it’s almost time. So, here’s to a beautiful first fall weekend. I hope you have a great one!

The Mondayest Monday

posted on: Monday, September 19, 2016

I was expecting a relaxing, productive Monday. I romanticized the thought of a rainy Monday in, coffee in hand, waiting for my Costco delivery (because how relaxing does NOT going to Costco sound?) and applying for jobs from the comfort of my sofa. Instead, I got my derriere handed to me. Anxious thoughts, a sick puppy, not getting my delivery until 9:30PM, and Adam being out of town made for an overwhelming and stressful day. In reality, it wasn’t that horrible of a day, but when anxiety is high, it certainly feels like it. Being anxious all day is exhausting and my butt has been straight kicked, you guys! I’m off to bed now and so thankful for this day to be over and for a brand new one tomorrow. I’m just relishing in the fact that this mean Tuesday HAS to be better. Right? RIGHT?


Side note: We’re doing fine here in Manhattan. It has been inspiring to see the people of this amazing city come together in the face of such terrifying events. We were home when it happened, uptown, but crazy to think we had walked that exact block to take the 1 train home from the 23rd street station just a few hours prior. It’s a scary time and I know my stupid, crappy day is really not crappy in light of so many horrible things happening in our world today. I just needed to silly rant on my blog for a minute. I’m so thankful no one was seriously hurt on Saturday and thankful for the NYPD and FDNY for working so hard to keep our city safe!

Cue Exhaustion

posted on: Friday, September 16, 2016

Adam has been traveling all week and is home for all of two days before he heads off again for another week of travel, so he’s exhausted. I’ve been going (what feels like) non-stop for the last week and I’m super wiped out as well, so we’re just a real fun crowd right about now. On tap for this weekend is another four-mile run, a trip to Little Italy for their Feast of San Gennaro festival (Patron Saint of Naples) where we will eat authentic Italian cuisine like…fried oreos? Sure.

Actually, I’m passing on the Oreos since I’ve had way too much sugar this week thanks to a delicious and oversized Levain cookie and that pack of Trader Joe’s dark chocolate peanut butter cups I impulsively threw into my cart at the last minute (happens every single time).

I’m currently sipping on green tea and hoping that little bit of caffeine will be the kick in the butt I need to get out of the apartment tonight for a drink with my guy. The weather is in the low 70’s with a cool breeze and is basically heaven right now, so we’re off to take advantage of it which means we need a walk and a rooftop…STAT.

Well, here I am, Lord, knockin’ at your back door

posted on: Wednesday, September 14, 2016


Ain’t it wonderful to be where I’ve always wanted to be?
For the first time, I’ll breathe free
Here in New York City

That photo up there was from the first time we came to the city together in January 2014. I was (not so) secretly hoping he’d fall in love with New York and we’d pack and move, just like that. He knew I had something like that in mind and it made him a little anxious during this trip, but we had so much fun. It took one more visit that November to get him to really imagine us living here and, two years later, here we are. Dreams don’t always happen overnight, you know?

The thing is, he had to want to live here and I could never force him to choose this city. This is a tough place to live and is made way tougher when your heart isn’t in it. I told myself that if we were meant to be here, he would fall in love with the city the way I’ve been for most of my life, without my prodding. So I backed off, he fell, we took the leap, and we landed in the city that never sleeps.

Last night I was at an event and had a moment where I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. This is home.” I can’t stress enough how good that felt.