I'm trying SO SO SO hard to keep with a schedule here. One food post and one rambling post a week. ramble on Sundays (because RELAXING) food on Wednesdays (because HUMP DAY). I was doing SO GOOD, even though I deff had a cop out post last Sunday (because I was heavily intoxicated all weekend and living up my last days in Seattle).
And then Sunday I found myself surrounded by boxes that were taking over my life/creeping into my personal space and a crazy avalanche of people at target threatening to run me over because apparently everyone and their cousins fraternize at Target in Harlem on Sundays (I know, I know… I SHOULD have know this)… and before I knew it, it was 10:30pm and I was like OMG THE BLOG. and told myself I could write a post and scrambled to my bed (which I found covered in clothes and random items that I had to fight my way through) to try and hammer it out… anddddd then I fell asleep. womp womp.
I. Am. So. Freaking. Happy.
I didn't think I could be this happy because it was so sad to leave my life in Seattle. Leaving my friends and family and the only apartment I've lived in as an adult. but apparently I can. because I definitely am. SO SO HAPPY.
I think it all kind of still feels surreal. I've been saying that when I left Seattle it felt like just another business trip. It didn't really feel like goodbye. It felt like oh yeah I'm leaving again for work, but I'll be back in a week. But now its a week later and I'm not going back, so it kind of feels like it was just a two week trip? Part of me wonders if it will feel like this forever. The other part wonders if its just because I feel so… comfortable here? Like I belong here? [cheesy eye rolls are accepted here]
I find myself wondering about these things and then crushing the analytical side of my brain down because UM HELLO, I'm living in a state of chaos and need to focus on getting my life together because my apartment is FILLED with boxes that need to be unpacked and organized!
my apartment. my apartment! GAH. It's SO cute. For pretty much the past week I would just gaze at the gorgeous hardwood floors and the white walls and randomly tell my mom “I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH. it. is. so. cute.” I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm insane, but I don't care. UGH.
I kind of wish I could have just left it empty and not had anything because it was so adorable that my heart hurt. I'm crazy. The movers came and brought all of my crap on Saturday so it's just a process of… making my way through it. which by the way, Frankie has been such a big help. I think I forgot what it was like to be a part of a team. It's nice that we get to do things together and I'm not all by myself wallowing in the fact that I feel like it'll never get done. Whenever I got stressed or overwhelmed he would make me take a deep breath and then say “what should we do next? what can I do to help?”
He's only here on weekends until his busy season is over in March, so we're not in full fledged MOVE IN TOGETHER status yet. But honestly I'm liking having this time to try and organize by myself. I'm the type of person who needs to do it all or nothing. I can't have people ask me what to do with stuff because I get too overwhelmed.
Plus it's kind of nice that we're not in couple overload yet. It would be weird to go from seeing each other never to every single day.
We've only had a few hours completely alone since I moved here, but I quickly remembered how much I love the mundane stuff. The stupid, annoying, everyday stuff doesn't seem as annoying with him. [yeah, yeah, I know… I hate me too]
Let's talk food quick.
I think this is the longest amount of time I've spent in New York without getting pizza…ever? I haven't been feeling it…. SOMEONE HAAALLPPPP ME, I DON'T KNOW WHATS HAPPENING TO ME. Naturally, I woke up with a cold the day I flew into NY, so my tastes have been all out of whack. I'm blaming it on that.
But never fear: yes, I have eaten bagels from at least three different places; yes, I have eaten chinese delivery on my floor; and yes, I have used seamless already.
Yesterday I had a delicious salad for lunch from Chop't, because I'm a creature of habit and couldn't help myself. I was in heaven. I love their Chile-Lime dressing. It's stupid good. I could eat a salad with that dressing on it every day for the rest of my life I'm pretty sure. Plus I love that they use Level-Up.
I have a date with two of my Florence roommates tonight to go get some apparently AMAZING Italian food [it's kind of a tradition because we're super cliche].
I haven't cooked a single thing since living here which is KILLING me. I just want to attack my kitchen and make stuff but I'm slightly convinced that a tornado ACTUALLY DID go off in there. Nothing has a place and for the first time ever in my life, it just doesn't seem worth the hassel when I can get free delivery straight to my apartment and keep sorting clothes.
I HAVE CABLE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN, UM, LIKE, FOREVER. Sooooo instead of watching all my normal shows that I love or bingeing on netflix I've been watching Bravo, TLC, and the Game Show Network. I'm actually 100% positive that those are the only channels I have used.
I also forgot what it was like to have people randomly talk to you on the East Coast. I've had multiple people introduce themselves to me in the building and even bring me take out menus and give recommendations of places to go. Also, when I was grocery shopping the other day a woman made a joke and I legitimately had to check that she was talking to me before I laughed.
I'm pretty decent at navigating the Subway. And I figured out how to take the bus to the subway station by the apartment so that's a win in my book.
I started work at my new office yesterday and I'm SO EXCITED. I think I'll really fit into this office and I love how fast paced and exciting everything is. I think I'll get a lot of exposure to interesting stuff. Also, the people are SO nice. It's weird. But good. but weird.
Um. I also can't stop shopping. I bought red hunter boots. and ALL of the adorable things for the apartment. This is only a problem because I already have a GINORMOUS pile of crap that I need to sell on craigslist or donate. I really don't need to buy more stuff.
So I think that's pretty much it. being a new yorker, so far, has been everything I imagined and more.
Andddd yes, I m still planning on doing some sort of Seattle-y guide lists for you guys while its all fresh in my brain. They're first on my list after I finish unpacking!