It was a warm, almost autumn day. The trains were running late, teens were yapping loudly and tourists were still walking slowly. All in all it could’ve been classified as a typical New York day. But ah, typical it was not. On the morning the day before I received a phone call. Normally I don’t answer my cell phone at work unless I am on my lunch break. But I was anxiously expecting a call from someone. Anyone really. I stared at the phone for half of a second, picked it up, and ran to the kitchen area for privacy. In about 10 minutes I received the news I had been waiting for: Continue reading
Today I woke up and changed my hairstyle 5 times. This is after I spent an hour before bed pre styling it. I ended up pulling it into my everyday bun.
Today when I threw on the dress I had been planning to wear all weekend I realized it would be too hot. I changed outfits 4 times and still went to work covered in lint.
Today when I walked down the winding and cluttered hallway in this shared apartment I knocked over my roommates fake plant that for some reason was in a vase with water. In my hustle to wipe up the mess and get out of the door I forgot that yesterday I made 5 sandwiches….and of course I didn’t even remember to take one to work.
Today I had to wait 25 minutes for a train only to have to stand the entire 40 minute commute home.
Despite the variety of troubles I encountered…today also marked something more joyous. Continue reading
For approximately 400 billion years I’ve imagined how amazing it would be to live in New York. I would have a Carrie Bradshaw apartment, Carrie Bradshaw clothes, a Carrie Bradshaw closet, and a Carrie Bradshaw social life. (She could keep her love life, it was a little too messed up for me.) Okay, so maybe I haven’t always imagined how amazing it would be to live in New York. Maybe I’ve just always imagined how amazing it would be to live like Carrie Bradshaw. Regardless of what my real motives were for yearning for a life in the city, the person I saw on my very first day of my (better than Carrie Bradshaw’s) job gave me all the confirmation I needed to know that this is going to be an amazing chapter in my life.
No, it wasn’t Sarah Jessica Parker or her super adorable twins but a close second. Er…close third? Alright, no less than the fourth best person to see on my first day. It was Cynthia Nixon and her luck of the Irish red-headed youngest son. I couldn’t help but think this was a good sign. This third chapter of my life is going to be nothing less than stellar. All because I saw Miranda in the City!
ENDING NOTE: Um, New Yorkers, how often do you see her on the subway because I was the only one freaking out and that’s just plain not acceptable. Do better.