So, I’m in love with another city. Big time. It’s been a week and a half and I’m already convinced of the goodness of my decision to pack up and move here. To Manhattan. I’m not sure how to distill it for you. I’ve thought long and hard about how I’d tell you what I love so much about the way I feel here, and, well, it’s a lot of things…a lot of things that include but shouldn’t be limited to: street meat, walkability, the everyday potential for Leonardo DiCaprio sightings, $10 manicures, Central Park, and Eataly. The whole place is abuzz all the time. The energy of the people, the bustle, the vibrating streets, the taxis whipping past me just closely enough to make the wind flap my scarf in my face–it’s infectious in a way that makes me want to be going, be doing. I feel, [here comes a sugary sweet drizzle of sap], alive.
In one week alone, I’ve done more than I did in two months’ time back in Massachusetts. I’ve played tourist, walked miles upon miles every day, gone to trivia night with new friends (we came in fourth and won best team name: “My Mom Still Pays for AOL.” I drank my first pickle back shot to celebrate), I’ve gone out to birthday celebrations, overpayed for cocktails with my best friend, trekked to Ikea in Brooklyn and carried two kitchen chairs back on the subway (not without cursing and a now-permanent divot in my right shoulder), I brunched a bunch, felt like a fraud of a socialite without the right shoes at TAO, ate Shake Shack for the first time on the day of the Marathon after I had run approximately no miles, cooked umpteen meals in a kitchen that won’t even fit a full sized cookie sheet (tried it vertically and horizontally with no luck), and my favorite so far: I ate questionable street meat from a styrofoam box on the floor of my apartment with Sabrina, my best friend and roommate, after coming home from a night out–my first in the city (we went to B Bar and Fat Baby). It was the start of this thing, and a good one.
Here are just a few photos. I post a lot of things on Instagram, if you’re interested in following me there. More to come, friends.
[PS- I think we (and by we I mean not really me, but my brilliant publisher) just narrowed down the cover designs for my first book. Surreal doesn’t even apply. It’s still a year away from stores, but exciting nonetheless.]
[PPS-Mom is doing pretty well on her own. She tells me that she had “a really really hard time the first weekend you were gone. I just missed you so much that I ate and I ended up gaining a few pounds.” In the time since, she’s lost those pounds, bringing her down to 175. She’s says she’s eating the same basic meals that she ate while I was home. I”ll try and have her write up a post for us this weekend!]