NYC

 

Last Tuesday I celebrated 4 years going strong with the love of my life, New York City. My friend Kate and I thought it would be fun if all us transplants celebrated the day we moved here by doing something in NYC we have never done before. Unfortunately it being a Tuesday, and with little notice I only managed to cobble together a dinner out with my pal Erin at my Freeman's sister place, Peels. It qualified because I had not been there, and then we followed that in the grand tradition of getting turned down by a speak easy and the trekking to midtown to hit up PJ Clarke's, which felt appropriately New Yorky. I realized the main mistake we made was not going to the all important third location. My theory is that 3 places is always the makings for a fun night in NYC, but its something you can't really force.

Either way, it didn't need to be a big celebration because being here is enough (even though sometimes it seems like I'm making it happen by the skin of my teeth.) Its a city that is easy to love, forever changing, inspiring, putting new things in your path, new characters on your subway ride, and new people in your circle of friends. It gets tough at times, but I am so grateful I made the decision 4 years ago to risk life in the big city. Now do I get a diploma or something?!