It’s been a long time since I last wrote – almost a year ago, in fact! A lot has changed since then, mostly for the better. As much of a shit show as 2016 was on an (inter)national scale, it was pretty bangin’ for me personally.
For starters, in July I began a new job with a company that nearly doubled my previous salary, offered flexible hours, and gave me permission to use my ample free time on the job as I wish – not a bid gig. By no stretch of the imagination is working as an Executive Assistant at a private equity hedge fund hybrid my dream job, but it IS allowing me to work towards my dream of living in New York City and making it on to something bigger and better, whatever that may be, eventually.
Around the same time – two days after I started my new job, actually – I met my boyfriend! We just celebrated seven months together. Here is a picture of us celebrating our half-year together at – where else? – La Lanterna di Vittorio, an Italian pizzeria-cafe in Greenwich Village on the iconic MacDougal Street.
La Lanterna is filled with pretty lanterns that make me think of Venetian blown glass, and a cozy, warm, enclosed patio in the back. A very sweet date spot and quite honestly some of the best pizza and cocktails I’ve had since Italy – I would definitely add this to a spot near the top of my NYC pizza post!
We connected on Coffee Meets Bagel (though the app does not specify who is who, I’m OBVIOUSLY coffee); he was the first person I talked to and the first person I met on the app, so I signed up and signed off pretty much within a few weeks. I’ve been on quite a few internet dates – I sort of went into a frenzy my first few months here, but hey? How is a girl who knows literally ZERO people in the city supposed to meet people and make friends? – but none were successful (unless you count the terrible, no-good saga of my three week dating stint with a Wall Street finance bro. Blegh. Lesson learned).
Our first date was an impromptu picnic on the Upper West Side part of Central Park that lasted for quite a few hours, followed by coffee at Irving Farm (fitting, no?). We haven’t stopped seeing each other since. The past seven months we’ve done some of the most amazing things, and last summer was one of the best summers of my life, which is saying something considering most of my emerging-adulthood summers have been spent in Italy. While it would be impossible to catch up on a year’s worth of adventures, some highlights would probably include attending the Electric Zoo Festival on Randall’s Island, watching the BF interview Sugar Ray at 90s Fest on Govenor’s Island, experiencing the wonder that is the original Shake Shack in Madison Square Park, seeing Louis CK perform live, being introduced to Honne at Webster Hall, and going to my first ever concerts at MSG, Irving Plaza, the Warsaw, and other iconic concert venues in the city.
That being said, despite the somewhat frenetic social life that’s been keeping me on my toes (just like I like it! and way different from my first few friendless months in the city! Ok fine, I had one friend. ONE IN 8 MILLION), I seem to have reclaimed some free time back in the form of lazy Sundays spent in bed with Netflix and coffee sprinkled with cinnamon, good books (recommended read: Simone de Beauvoir’s The Woman Destroyed), and cooking up new Whole30 recipes. My goals for using this newfound free time in 2017 are to (1) avoid sinking into a depression over the increasing fascism, (2) take more time for myself to do things I love – be it going to museums, enjoying coffee in a cafe with a good book, or taking an EDM/hip-hop Zumba class at a local studio that totally kicked my butt when I tried it out the first time last November, (3) maintaining a daily gratitude journal to remind myself of the things that are positive in my life instead of focusing on the negatives, and (4) writing more! Not just here, but in general. Here is a good start.
So on that end, I would like to say thanks to my family who inspired me to start the blog in the first place, and who keeps pushing me to keep it up after I abandoned it for quite some time (I’m sorry! I promise I’m not one of those girls who abandons everything, friends family, and identity included, when she gets a boyfriend, but I have been remarkably busy getting settled into this new phase of my New York life!), and to the blog I stumbled across recently that made me want to pick up the metaphorical pen, if you will, and put it back to paper again: New York Cliché. I read the entire blog over the course of a few weeks and found myself laughing and nodding along in sympathy with several of Mary Lane’s anecdotes, reviews, dating stories, dating horror stories, dating horror stories that made me never want to date again, and adventures in the Big Apple. I’m probably just another one of her self-described NYC Clichés – Tomi Lahren wouldn’t accuse me of being a snowflake! – but I like to think we all have our own unique part in things, our own story, that makes it impossible to fully embody the hackneyed high-life of a Sex-in-the-City wannabe (NOT that I’d want to be Carrie Bradshaw, I’ve been told I’m more of a Charlotte, though I like to think I’m a cross between Mindy Lahiri and Monica, but I digress).
Until next time.