wow. is it true that i have been a nyc resident for almost a month now? last night i had dinner with two friends, one of them is a former Lexingtonian who moved here a year ago. we chatted about how quickly you come to be a new yorker. i find myself OFTEN irritated with these tourists...the ones who stop in the middle of the sidewalk to snap some random picture of something. i snarl now and say stuff like, "get out of my way", "why dont you pull over to take that picture", "what on earth would possess you to stop in the MIDDLE OF THE SIDEWALK WITH YOUR GROUP OF 40 PEOPLE TO TAKE A PICTURE!! i also find myself avoiding places like times square, midtown and anywhere there may be a lot of tourists. my friend, k.h. laughed and commented that she often finds herself getting ticked at tourists as she hoofs it home as fast as possible so that she can...sit on her couch! oh, i know this feeling. GET OUT OF MY WAY I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO Be....errr, IM A NEW YORKER, GET OUT OF MY WAY! ahh, i love this city. i finally have not only permission to be a mean girl, but an inherent RIGHT to be one. i may never leave here.
so, today im going to deviate from my original blog idea: the craziest shit i have seen in NYC, simply because, though i have seen some crazy shit, i know there is more right around the corner, and by god, i want to craft that blog perfectly.
so today, a more serious post about the way things come back around. i think ill name this blog: Life, Regurgitated.
ive had an interesting opportunity to reconnect with someone i haven't seen in about 10 years. the last time i saw her, im pretty sure, was somewhere in my junior year of college. its funny though, there is no real explanation for why we haven't seen each other in 10 years. i thought she was great, and funny, and we were, for all practical intents and purposes, "friends". we each just, sort of went our own way. it happens all the time. we are friends with someone, then our lives go different ways, we facebook friend each other, and then we just live their life vicariously through them by stalking their photo page. i know im not the only one who does this, as i have personally talked to many people who take this approach to "keeping in touch."
but thats not even what i want to talk about either. i actually have no idea where this blog is going. not unusual for me. i seem to be more ADD than ever before. i think nyc does that to you too. i guess the end point, the essential learning i want you to take away from this blog is that you NEVER know when people will come back into your life. a relationship that seemed to be inconsequential and insignificant may come back around in a surprising way. sometimes you are able to offer a friendship you werent even capable of the first time you collided into each other. sometimes you will be a part of something karmic that seemingly has nothing to do with you, but in fact weaves you into its fibers. it is both incredibly enlightening and rather odd to find that the way you categorized or defined someone in college wasn't even close to being right. people are strange and irrational creatures and have this way of sneaking up and surprising you. i'm so happy for my friend and the new place she has found herself in. im also happy for me for finding a way to redefine a person and a relationship i had previously judged to be something completely different.
point being, the doors we close are not always closed for good. the people behind them might come knocking, and now i know it is absolutely worth the effort to answer. when life regurgitates itself on you, it is at least worth taking a closer look at why you are revisiting that person, place, or thing...
so maybe next week, ill work on paying more attention to the people taking the pictures. maybe ill make more eye contact, be less abrasive, and look at who im talking to. it could be a elementary school classmate, a high school teammate, a sorority sister or a Kentucky Wildcat FANATIC. (oh, i'm really hoping for one of those).
actually, thats such a lie. i know ill just curse the stupid tourists under my breath, while secretly loving that the place they are trying so hard to capture memories of on a camera so they will never forget---is my HOME.
akygirlgonenyc.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
i sit here today, a resident of nyc for nearly an entire month. AND!!!! i'm having my first non-family visitor! life is really interesting sometimes and people who seem to be very insignificant in our lives come back around in these much unexpected and really amazing ways. one of my sorority sisters, who was probably one of my favorite people in the sorority (which is probably saying something for me) has come back around in my life in a strange and cosmic sort of way.
Monday, July 4, 2011
i have arrived...
it's finally happened.
i have arrived.
i write you now not as a girl in kentucky wanting to move to nyc.
not as a girl in kentucky waiting to move to nyc.
not as a girl in kentucky moving to nyc.
but as a girl from kentucky who now lives in nyc.
after about 15 hours of driving and pulling a 5' x 8' uhaul trailer and sitting with my doggie in a very STUFFED car, hours of unloading and days of unpacking, i sit here on my new couch (well, new to me, the place came furnished) listing to my new surround sound system (again, new to me thanks to my landlord) and writing my first blog to you as a new yorker.
i am still not sure the reality has set in. perhaps tomorrow when i go off to work my first day at my new job. i haven't really met anybody cool or semi-famous (that was included for my cousin) yet, but i have been busy as a bee getting settled in. my apartment is adorably cute (though my kitchen is red, and i really hate red, because it clashes with my pink kitchenaid accessories) and i love it. i think that ikea should actually come use my house as one of their floor samples of how to use 700 square feet effectively. i think i have done a really good job. (see pictures below).
roxie is adjusting, though i think she is traumatized. she hates the balcony and im not sure if it is because she is scared of heights or the sound of the air conditioning out there, but i can't get her to go out there. she also is terrified of the dogs at the dog park. i took her there yesterday and she hid behind me and shook like a polaroid picture if another dog came near. that being said, she has adjusted to going to the bathroom on concrete quite well, including the first time when she pooped right in the middle of 1st avenue. well done, roxie, well done. way to let nyc know we have arrived.
i too have adjusted to going to the bathroom on concrete quite well. wait, did you say im not supposed to do that??!?! shoot! why didnt you tell me! just kidding, i use the grass. otherwise, i think im going to love it here. ive already eaten some delicious new york pizza, found a reasonably price discount store, and done my first set of laundry in the basement, and tonight, i will take in 4th of july in fashion when i walk roxie down the street to catch the macy's fireworks. i hope they are as spectacular as i imagine them to be. what an adventure that lies in front of me.
my cousin (who i mentioned above) commented to me last week that it is fitting that i have moved here over the 4th of July as it symbolizes freedom. i think it is so fitting that the people who signed that declaration of independence all those years ago did it with people like me in mind. giving someone a chance to pursue and then live the american dream...whatever it is. my american dream may not be yours, but what i have learned from many of you through this experience is that everyone out there has a dream. some of you may have followed it already...some may be following theirs right now...and some of you may feel you may never reach your dream. but i stand as proof that your dream CAN come true. it may not happen when you want it to, but it will happen if you work hard and dont give up. i sit here, a resident of 90th street in manhattan as a testimony to that very statement.
Martin Luther King, Jr. once said, "Take the first step in faith. You don't have to
see the whole staircase, just take the first step." whatever dreams are in front of you, take the first step, the rest, i promise you will fall into order, as it has for me. today i took the first step of the journey of living in new york. granted, it took me to Duane Reade, but, i look forward to the rest of the steps that will come, though i have no idea where they will take me. that's half the fun, folks.
happy stepping. step bravely.
akygirlGONEnyc.
awesome pink chair in living room and view into kitchen
couch and window (sorry its a bit dark, the couch is dark brown leather)
view of the living room into the kitchen. bedroom and bathroom are on the right after the black cabinet.
tv/entertainment stand and door to the outside balcony.
bedroom.
closer view of the bed/shelves.
bathroom.
hallway with awesome flocked tree growing :)
kitchen. note the clashing pink appliances with maroon wall. ick. perhaps ill paint one day.
awesome recycled magazine mirror and vase below. going into kitchen.
super cool pink chair with green pillow and green area rug i found at Ikea!
i have arrived.
i write you now not as a girl in kentucky wanting to move to nyc.
not as a girl in kentucky waiting to move to nyc.
not as a girl in kentucky moving to nyc.
but as a girl from kentucky who now lives in nyc.
after about 15 hours of driving and pulling a 5' x 8' uhaul trailer and sitting with my doggie in a very STUFFED car, hours of unloading and days of unpacking, i sit here on my new couch (well, new to me, the place came furnished) listing to my new surround sound system (again, new to me thanks to my landlord) and writing my first blog to you as a new yorker.
i am still not sure the reality has set in. perhaps tomorrow when i go off to work my first day at my new job. i haven't really met anybody cool or semi-famous (that was included for my cousin) yet, but i have been busy as a bee getting settled in. my apartment is adorably cute (though my kitchen is red, and i really hate red, because it clashes with my pink kitchenaid accessories) and i love it. i think that ikea should actually come use my house as one of their floor samples of how to use 700 square feet effectively. i think i have done a really good job. (see pictures below).
roxie is adjusting, though i think she is traumatized. she hates the balcony and im not sure if it is because she is scared of heights or the sound of the air conditioning out there, but i can't get her to go out there. she also is terrified of the dogs at the dog park. i took her there yesterday and she hid behind me and shook like a polaroid picture if another dog came near. that being said, she has adjusted to going to the bathroom on concrete quite well, including the first time when she pooped right in the middle of 1st avenue. well done, roxie, well done. way to let nyc know we have arrived.
i too have adjusted to going to the bathroom on concrete quite well. wait, did you say im not supposed to do that??!?! shoot! why didnt you tell me! just kidding, i use the grass. otherwise, i think im going to love it here. ive already eaten some delicious new york pizza, found a reasonably price discount store, and done my first set of laundry in the basement, and tonight, i will take in 4th of july in fashion when i walk roxie down the street to catch the macy's fireworks. i hope they are as spectacular as i imagine them to be. what an adventure that lies in front of me.
my cousin (who i mentioned above) commented to me last week that it is fitting that i have moved here over the 4th of July as it symbolizes freedom. i think it is so fitting that the people who signed that declaration of independence all those years ago did it with people like me in mind. giving someone a chance to pursue and then live the american dream...whatever it is. my american dream may not be yours, but what i have learned from many of you through this experience is that everyone out there has a dream. some of you may have followed it already...some may be following theirs right now...and some of you may feel you may never reach your dream. but i stand as proof that your dream CAN come true. it may not happen when you want it to, but it will happen if you work hard and dont give up. i sit here, a resident of 90th street in manhattan as a testimony to that very statement.
Martin Luther King, Jr. once said, "Take the first step in faith. You don't have to
see the whole staircase, just take the first step." whatever dreams are in front of you, take the first step, the rest, i promise you will fall into order, as it has for me. today i took the first step of the journey of living in new york. granted, it took me to Duane Reade, but, i look forward to the rest of the steps that will come, though i have no idea where they will take me. that's half the fun, folks.
happy stepping. step bravely.
akygirlGONEnyc.
awesome pink chair in living room and view into kitchen
couch and window (sorry its a bit dark, the couch is dark brown leather)
view of the living room into the kitchen. bedroom and bathroom are on the right after the black cabinet.
tv/entertainment stand and door to the outside balcony.
bedroom.
closer view of the bed/shelves.
bathroom.
hallway with awesome flocked tree growing :)
kitchen. note the clashing pink appliances with maroon wall. ick. perhaps ill paint one day.
awesome recycled magazine mirror and vase below. going into kitchen.
super cool pink chair with green pillow and green area rug i found at Ikea!
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