I figured a Black and White theme matches my personality more… so HELLLLO darkness
When I graduated college, I crossed that stage with a heavy heart.
On one hand, I was thrilled to finally be receiving a reward for getting up at weird hours and staying up passed obscene hours, reading annoying articles, and writing a bajillion papers over the last 4 years of my life.
But on the other hand, I figured my life was pretty much over. I would never have a summer break again; I couldn’t just skip work because of a hangover or to catch up on sleep; I’d actually have to pay attention at work and not sit in the back of the class with my Oreos reading Harry Potter. This was going to suck and I knew that.
When I started work in July, I finally realized how much working could potentially suck. I couldn’t do anything during the week, I missed gorgeous summer days, I was always tired and I had to stay in cold New York while my family went to beautiful Florida between Christmas and New Years. I was miserable.
I spent all of January depressed. The weather plus my realization that I was going to be stuck at a desk for the rest of my life hit me hard and I was spiraling wayyyy down.
Then awesome stuff started happening all at once.
I found a groupon vacation to Europe. I couldn’t pass up a trip to Europe so I convinced my parents that it would be ok for me and my boyfriend (this is where I lost them) to go to Rome and Paris together.
After a bunch of convincing and a wee bit of begging they said yes.
Except my boyfriend didn’t have a passport. That was a good time. But finally he got his shit together. We bought the groupons and booked our flights. We leave for Paris in November!
Still, November is far away and the cold tends to make me restless. A few weeks later my mom told me we, as a family, are going to Minnesota for my cousin’s communion. I love Minnesota and am ecstatic about it. But we can’t stay long. We leave Friday evening and come home Monday night. Two full days with my aunt, uncle and two cousins is better than none I guess.
A few months back my mom told me to take off Holy Thursday and Good Friday; I will be spending the holiest weekend of the year in Florida with my grandparents! My parents and younger siblings will be flying down the week before, then my sister in college and I will be meeting them Thursday morning.
To keep this count strong lets recap:
- it is now march, I will be going to a concert with my boyfriend on 26th
- I will be spending one weekend in April in Florida with my family
- One weekend in May in Minnesota with my family
- I’ll be attending one wedding at the end of May as a date
- And one wedding in June as a date
- And I will be heading to Europe in November
Now I have something to look forward to every month. But it doesn’t even stop there.
My cousin Nicole is getting married next February and has asked my sister Elisa to be in her bridal party. That’s cool and all but what’s more exciting is that I will be heading to Vegas with the bridal party for the bachelorette weekend! My sister is only 19 so my parents asked me to go with her to make sure she’s ok, but apparently I was going to be invited anyway. So now on top of all of the fun stuff I get to do until November, I get to go to Las Vegas for the first time in August!
I guess being an adult doesn’t suck as much as I thought it would.
But now, all I want to do is start packing for my trips!
I’m definitely not having the best week.
I want to blame it on the fact that it’s our first full week of work in almost a month, and that I’m just emotionally unstable this week, but I have no idea what’s going on.
The funk I wrote about earlier this week hasn’t really deflated yet. I’ve eaten my weight in Teddy Graham’s in the hopes that it would go away, but it hasn’t.
My intense aesthetic change to this blog now makes me sad, so I’ll probably try to change it back to it’s brightly colored self.
I think I just need to do nothing this weekend. I need to veg out
is that even a real phrase? and collect myself. I know I’ll have to go to my little cousin’s birthday Saturday night, but as long as I get cake, I think I’ll cool with moving from my spot on the couch.
I’m starting to think I need real inspiration in my life.
I have a gorgeous type writer that never gets used, a journal modeled after the Gutenberg Bible that I touch maybe once every two weeks and a book shelf full of possibility.
I’m just scared of being an adult, I think.
I’m unconsciously sabotaging my life because I’m afraid of what will happen next. It’s definitely not healthy.
I need change, the monotony might kill me.
shit, I have no idea what I need.
including this blog.
I’m having a bad mental day. I tend to dig myself into a deep funk at this point in the year; I think the weather has a lot to do with it. Last year I was surrounded by so much love that I forgot to be unhappy, but this year its back, and hitting hard.
I have a journal that has some serious thoughts that I keep that thankfully keeps me sane, but I really want to keep up with my blog and allow myself just one more thought spreading medium
I think I’m going to revamp the blog; change the name, the theme and add some color and life to it. I hope it goes well. For my sanity’s sake!
Thanksgiving is the most delicious holiday of the year. No one can deny that.
Every Thanksgiving Eve my parents load up a trailer, (yes, a trailer, like one people use to move out of their homes – expect slightly smaller) and make the three hour journey to our home upstate. The house up there is gorgeous. Its a 5 bedroom ranch that sits on a nice chunk of land (which is my way of saying its a good size but I have no idea how big.) But we don’t go up very often so all of Wednesday night is spent cleaning, starting a fire in the fire place, and trying to get the TV and heat to work – neither of which are very reliable when we first arrive.
Thursday morning we make breakfast, then the men and kids go outside and play. There are quads and sleds and a lot of woods. The women usually stay in and cook and prepare for Thanksgiving.
Apparently, this year, I cross over from being a child to being an adult. Last weekend my father bet me that I wouldn’t make the sweet potato casserole that I had been raving about. So I’ve spent the last few days looking up recipes to prove him wrong.
Don’t let anything I’ve ever said before fool you. I’m a terrible cook. I have no idea what I’m doing. My junior year of college I had an apartment with a kitchen and set the fire alarm off at least three times the first semester. Then I decided to stick with pasta for the rest of the school year. It was safer for everyone.
I have no printed out four different recipes for sweet potato casserole and one for mashed sweet potatoes, just in case the casserole goes south.
I’m freaking out and don’t know if I can handle this pressure. But he bet me I wouldn’t so this is my dad’s fault. If I set the house on fire I cannot be held accountable. And that’s what I’m sticking with.
I am officially back from Disney World and am definitely feeling that after-vacay depression. Florida was so wonderful; I missed my best friend, who now works/lives down there (and is probably never coming home) and I’m so glad I got to see her, even if it was only for a little bit.
This shortened work week was pretty awesome but now I want to talk about my Disney experience!
I traveled down with my new boyfriend, who happens to be my best friend (below with the Minnie ears on.) I knowww, I decided to date my best friend- how lame/cliche right?!
Anyway, Nick and I touched down in Orlando at about 9:30am on Thursday, October 10th. We got slightly lost in the Orlando International airport while trying to find Disney’s Magical Express but eventually made it down there and got on the bus headed for DISNEY WORLDDDDD.
We were in our hotel on Disney property by about 10:30 and met up with friends who had arrived the day before. We had breakfast, I changed into shorts (the weather is GORGEOUS down there right now) and headed to Hollywood studios where we eventually met up with my best friend, Breanna and her roommate… who’s name escapes me at the moment. Whatevs.
I had a staring contest with a Storm Trooper, went on a back-lot tour (where I was a “volunteer” because my jerk of a friend made it that way, got soaked, and then had to continue the tour,) ate a Mickey ice cream, screamed myself hoarse on the Tower of Terror ride, got an iced coffee with Baily’s in it and road the Areosmith ride, which was way better than I expected.
Overall the first day was really fun! Then we went to dinner all together at the Polynesian, one of the hotels in Disney World. There I got a giant pineapple drink (literally) ate delicious food and hung out with my friends, which was definitely very necessary.
The next day we started at Animal Kingdom.
I saw monkeys, road Expedition Everest, went on a safari, met Pocahontas, and then headed back to Magic Kingdom to see the awesomeness that is Disney World during the Halloween season.
What made it even cooler was that Nick and I (who had forced everyone else to head to MK without us so that I could wait on the ridiculously long line to meet Pocahontas) met the nicest woman in the world who gave Nick and our friend Steve free tickets to the Halloween party that the girls had decided to go to. So fun.
Ok so Magic Kingdom included eating a giant turkey leg, riding Splash Mountain and ogling everything… obviously.
That night was Mickey’s Not-So-Scary Halloween party, for which, my two friends and I dressed up as the three kittens from the Aristocats- Marie, Toulouse and Berlioz (I was Berlioz!)
We trick-or-treated, rode Space Mountain twice, and met Buzz Lightyear!! We also stopped for pumpkin spice waffles (or at least I did) rode It’s a Small World (which is always a must) and the Buzz Lightyear ride.
The next day, Saturday, was devoted to Epcot. Epcot is in the middle of its International Food and Wine festival. WHICH WAS AWESOME. Bre, Nick and I ate and drank our way around the world before meeting up with our friends, Doyle and her boyfriend Steve, Michelle and her boyfriend Nick and Nick’s friend Bender for hibachi in Japan. Delicious!
Sunday was our not-so-Disney day because it was spent in Universal Studios (our bus driver on our way back to our hotel yelled at us for double crossing Mickey.)
Universal is amazing, and the first place we went was Harry Potter World!! It was sooooooo cool, we got on the front of the line for the Hogwarts ride (which is unheard of because of how long the wait usually is) and then had Butterbeer and lunch in the Three Broomsticks. Afterwards we went on a couple rides, met a minion and then ate again at Krusty Burger in the Simpsons world. Finally, we rode the Jurassic Park ride, twice. I got soaked but it was awesome. on our way out, Nick and I got margaritas from Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville, for the bus ride home.
That night, Nick and I were supposed to go to dinner at the California Grille but I got sick so we stayed in our room, ordered pizza and watched the RedSox dominate in the bottom of the 8th. It was so much better than a fancy dinner, but I still think he was mad because apparently the food there is phenomenal. Oops.
Our last day in Florida was spent in Downtown Disney. There I was able to get souvenirs for the fam back home, eat a massive brownie sundae and hang out with Breanna for the little bit of time we had left together. This is the longest we’ve ever gone without seeing each other since we met. I don’t really like it but I’m so happy that she’s happy down there, even if that means she is so far away from me.
The flight home was nothing special, although the guy in my row was plastered and told Nick how awesome the food was at the California Grille… OOOPSSSSS…again… My bad.
Overall, the trip was amazing. It was the first real (flying) trip I’ve ever taken without my parents and I don’t think it could’ve gone better. I spent a ridiculous amount of money, but I definitely think it was worth it.
But really, who could be disappointed with Disney World, right?
Every morning, I catch the express bus from my block to Madison Ave and 42nd St. Every morning I walk up 42nd St a few avenues until I get to my office building. I usually see the same things, I don’t really deviate from my path often, not from lack of desire but out of sheer laziness and exhaustion.
But sometimes the bus driver lets us out on Madison and 38th St. This pretty much forces me to explore the area around where I work. And the last couple of times he’s done it have been very rewarding.
Today I found a gluten free bakery.
Pip’s Place, is a gluten-free cakery, located on east 39th St. between Park Ave and Lexington Ave. Its a small pink place, but the sign said coffee so I thought, “why not?” and walked in. It was empty when I walked in, which was perfect because I had no idea what I wanted. I asked the woman behind the counter what she recommended and she started rattling off very healthy sounding breakfasts. I decided on a zucchini and pecan muffin, which was definitely a good idea. I sat on a stool with my book, iced coffee and muffin and enjoyed my Monday morning as people began to pour in off the street. Somehow I had beat the rush, almost like I was supposed to be there.
It was perfect.