I’ve been here for almost a year and a half now and there really have been some days/nights that stand out because they were so special. I was asked over my birthday from a very dear friend what have been my favorite days and I couldn’t think of more than 2 on the spot. It was a great question that kept me thinking..
And because lists, I present you with the below (in no particular order):
- My old roommate really instilled in me the belief that Valentines day should always be celebrated. It isn’t just about having a significant other. It’s about love even if it’s for yourself. My Valentines day was fantastic. I treated myself to a day of pampering. That included a massage, a facial, and getting my nails done. After that I bought pretty flowers for the apt. And that night my roommate and I threw our one and only party together. In Cali I loved to host and have people over for any given reason. With feeling a bit unsettled in not having a really strong core group of friends; I was excited to have all my different friends meet each other. I love strengthening bonds and sharing experiences with people just as much as I love bringing people together. It was such a great night. We had yummy desserts, great wine, and played fun rounds of cards against humanity. It was the perfect day that turned into the perfect night. It was the first of many nights that the people I loved in New York would enjoy each other’s company and come to love each other like I do.
- On the night of my anniversary with this beloved city I received a job offer from a CEO I was introduced to almost a whole year prior. This was a job I wasn’t expecting nor did I apply for. But it was for a company that unknowingly at the time, had everything I wanted in a job. I received a great offer and I celebrated and treated myself to a glass of wine at a local wine bar and enjoyed my own company while I reveled in the fact that New York gave me the best anniversary gift it could. You see, I had quit my job at a company I couldn’t get behind that I was very unhappy at prior to traveling to Tanzania for a few weeks. So I didn’t have any income and probably needed to start thinking about how that was going to change. This just goes to show timing really is a thing of beauty.
- There was a night, on a random Tuesday, that I met up with all my coaching peers at one of our friend’s gorgeous apt a month after our classes had ended. I had just returned from Tanzania a few days prior. It was a night full of love and celebration for everyone’s going ons since we all were together last. We laughed, we ate, we drank, we shared stories. It was a night I felt and maybe even just started to feel like I belonged to something really special. These people are my super hero squad and I feel so blessed to know each of them.
- It was a few weeks or so into my new life in New York. I don’t know what day it was nor do I remember exactly what happened on that day. I wasn’t working yet but I had settled into the new apt in the UWS with Huxley and my new roommate. Hanging out in the sun in Central Park was all I wanted to do. I packed a picnic for the both of us. Really good stuff too. And brought a blanket and my new kindle. We unpacked in front of Belvedere Castle by Turtle Pond. The sun was shining but it wasn’t too hot. Huxley and I spent hours there not paying any mind to time. At one point I remember a mother and her cute kid came around. The little girl was excited to see a puppy and came up to Huxley. Hux has a history with toddlers and is very wary because of how he was treated when he was a pup. I was shocked to see how good he was with the little girl and she was so playful and happy. It made me feel like Huxley accepted his new city and I made the right decision. I was in love with that day. All of it.
- One of the turning points in my New York life was the day I grabbed Huxley, put him in his subway/bus bag (my old shoulder bag that turned into his transportation carrier because carries are required for dogs on public transportation), took the crosstown bus to my leasing office, and picked up the keys for my new apartment. I remember stepping into my (admittedly very small but very cute) apartment as Huxley sniffed about and explored, thinking finally, I have a little bit of space in this crazy chaotic too crowded city that is just mine. Although it was quite a tough process that wasn’t conducive to good thoughts; once that was over I felt like I could breathe a little easier with my key in hand.
- Last year on Thanksgiving day I could’ve spent feeling sad I wasn’t home in Cali with family. What I did instead was take Hux for a walk in the light snow super early then sauntered over to check out the rest of the balloons that were blown up for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade near my old apt and be a spectator in some of the hubbub. There were crowds of people but it was so fun to watch as the volunteers who walked with the balloons were prepping for the start and checking to make sure everything was still on par. Huxley was even spotted by a photog who asked to take his photos in his cute red snow vest. After we watched and waited for a while we went back to the apartment so that I could get started on my pecan pies. Later that day with 1 pie in tow I met up with Dahlia’s friend so that we could train it together to spend Thanksgiving with Dahlia, Kimia and their wonderful parents in Long Island. This was the first time I met their parents and I fell in love and again felt so grateful to have met some pretty wonderful people who took me in and welcomed me to their family and their home on Thanksgiving. Truly a day of thanks.
- For a while I was volunteering at the St Francis Xavier soup kitchen in Chelsea, it’s the biggest soup kitchen in New York. It made me feel fulfilled to be able to give back even if all I was giving back was just time. There was one day that a choir was going to perform. My duty that day was to direct the lines for the food. We had 2 different lines; those that were disabled and any others looking for a hot meal or two. The average number of meals we served on Sundays ranged from 1000-2000 meals. You can imagine it gets busy. Then a really beautiful moment happened. I stood there directing as the choir started signing New York State of Mind by Billy Joel. I was filled head to toe with so much gratitude and so much love. I felt so incredibly fortunate to be in New York, to be able to serve a needy community, and to be listening to music that spoke to my soul. It was beautiful and I was enraptured with my love for New York that was growing deeper by the minute.
All of the above are such beautiful moments of time that are so special to me. These are a few of my New York highlights. I’ve had plenty of wonderful moments and experiences both shared and private. I continue to feel grateful. And as I listed these it makes me smile thinking of all the happy moments but I also anticipate all that’s to come.
Thank you, New York. And thank you to those that opened and continue to open up their arms, hearts and homes to me as I figure out my way through life in this city.
I’ve got great plans for me and New York next year. New York get ready. It’s gonna be a good one. ❤