Last week, I was absolutely craving pizza. There’s something about the pizza in and around my small Connecticut town that you just can’t find anywhere else. Being that I’m in New York, you must think I’m crazy. Liv and I heard about a place called Motorino in the East Village that we had to try. I got the simple margarita pizza (because I was craving it) and it was delicious. The pizza itself was very thin, but the crust was soft and doughy. I can’t recommend it more!
Last weekend, I went to a wedding. When I was younger, I was a flower girl twice. My mom’s best friend got married, and then in high school my boyfriend’s mom got married. So this was my fifth wedding. But it was the first wedding I’ve been to where I actually knew the bride and groom. On a personal level. And that’s weird.
Aimee and I met 4 years ago and instantly became the best of friends. She was going to grad school and living in the town where I grew up, and I was home for the summer. Bobby and I worked together at summer camp, and his dad taught at my high school!
They got married on the beach, and everything was so classy and elegant. The venue was perfect, the food was great, the dancing was fun, and everyone looked beautiful.
Aimee & Bobby, wishing you a lifetime of love and happiness! Xo
I think the default title for this post is fitting. I also don’t know what to call it. I’m interested to see if this whole writing thing is going to work for me; or if it’s going to ease my anxiety about officially moving out of my parents house and into the big city. Even though I’ve spent the majority of the last four years in New York, there’s something completely different about being there for college versus moving there for a full time job. It’s permanent. I have 10 more days until I’m no longer a CT resident. And even though it’s scary, it’s exciting.
Today I bought a bed. This for me is what makes it permanent. I lived on campus for all four years of college, so I always had a “dorm bed” (you know, the twin XL that needed 4 mattress pads, a mattress cover, a bed bug protector, and was lifted so far off the ground you need a running start to get up that high?). And I love my bed at home, so knowing I purchased a different mattress that I will soon be calling “my bed” (and looking forward to being in all day) is weird. This mattress is more of a symbol for me than signing the lease!
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. First of all, renting in NYC is absurd. It’s the worst. Especially when trying to find an apartment while you’re living 3 hours away. But that’s a post for another day. We went to Ikea last week, my Grandma gave me some hand-me-downs, and I have some “adult” things that I’ve collected over the past 4 years. But my favorite purchase is the white scalloped quilt I found on Amazon. I bought it in a king size even though my mattress is a queen (!!!), because the reviews said it runs small, and I have a feeling I’ll be needing lots of under the bed storage.
So here’s to the next 10 days of packing, to starting life as an adult, and to jumping into the blogosphere!