Last week, Jess + Joel came into town. There’s something soothing about familiar faces (we’ve known each other for a decade) in a new city. Unfortunately, Hurricane Joaquin’s itinerary overlapped with theirs & they went through three umbrellas in one day.
They stayed in the Lower East Side (is Childish Gambino in your head right now?) so we joined them on Friday.
Some time after pissing people off & purchasing pizza, we went back to their place & discovered Madison AKA Alexis is really Robin from How I Met Your Mother.
Onward. Somehow, I convinced Red + Lex that a Los Angeles poster would benefit our common area. I’m not mad.
I don’t actually have many updates this time around. Mostly looking for excuses to avoid all the assignments I have due this week & I’ve already taken a procrastination nap.
Today marks the start of my fifth week living in Manhattan. I never aspired to live in New York; had it not been for graduate school, I would’ve never moved.
My roommates (Lexi + Red) are also West Coast girls; they’re from the pacific northwest. Quickly, we’ve learned East Coasters can pin us as West Coasters based on our complaints about humidity & disdain towards Dunkin’ Donuts (also my use of ‘dude’ & Lex’s accent). They’re both very bright, sweet, & inspirational. Quite different from me, which I love. They teach me about things like fashion & art–subjects my biology & political science background seemingly dismissed.
I was hoping to have completed my nesting period by now, but my room is still a work in progress.
Last weekend, I flew home for 12 hours for my grandmother’s funeral. Being back home felt foreign, almost. The trip was so short, I had no time to experience my favorite things about Los Angeles (beaches + In N Out). When I landed in JFK this time, I was no longer nostalgic for Los Angeles. It was like I was coming home. To New York.
New York, where my things are.
New York, where people expect you to walk if anything is closer than one mile.
New York, where riding the subway disconnects you from the real world & nobody can reach you there.
All the things that once annoyed me but I now find therapeutic.
Is this what people meant when they said I would fall in love with this city? Does this also mean I will want to leave it as soon as the honeymoon phase is over & I’ve lost interest? I don’t know the answer to that yet, but I do know I need to go back to Los Angeles at some point because no one could love me the way Nancy Rose does after knowing me the way she does. (She’s also the only person who thinks I’m funny.)
Last week, I was finally able to slow down, take a day off of work and head to the city that never sleeps. Which, upon further thought, was not the wisest winding down option. Regardless, I had friends in New York I wanted to visit and a major decision on the horizon.
Press Play: “Can’t Pin Me Down” by Marina + The Diamonds
Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem?
Three nights, two days, a perpetual hangover, and multiple inexplicable bruises later, I was ready to make a commitment.
Lately, I’ve been embracing the timing of life–an arduous task for the strong-willed girl who hates losing control. Is perpetual dissatisfaction human nature? Because if we ran a study with myself as the subject, this would seem likely. Most of my life, things have been handed to me. Yes, my childhood dealt me some grim cards, but I played them well and fear of not being great replaced my fear of failure. I just can’t shake the feeling that I must do better, on purpose. With action rather than inertia.
I am happy. Quite so. Although unsettling at times, opportunities arise with seemingly wrong timing. I’m just learning that part of living life actively is making tough choices. And long flights, apparently.
Returning home reminded me that I ultimately want to stay in Los Angeles and it remains my favorite city in the world. So why not leap? It’s only two years.
The bad news is I’m guilty of neglecting the blog. The good news is I’ve been negligent because there’s so much life happening!
For instance, the Air + Style festival. The Los Angeles sky poured and poured all day Sunday, but when you combine a rain lover with an over planner who keeps extra blankets and umbrellas in the trunk, a little rain is no problem. The same cannot be said about the badass skiers, who had to cancel the latter half of the competition due to poor weather.
Alas, we were predominantly there to watch Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes, The Flaming Lips, & Steve Aoki. They were all fantastic, The Flaming Lips were as artsy as ever and the advantage of a rainy Steve Aoki performance became obvious when he caked everyone, but Edward Sharpe & TMZ played the best and most heartfelt set.
I also have a new job. It’s a pediatric cancer research nonprofit and I’m so so very happy there. I needed something that blended policy and healthcare together and this was the perfect place.
My domesticity continues, as I’ve slowly learned to cook things other than breakfast.
Lastly, I have tons of life-altering decisions to make within the next few weeks/months. Will keep you all posted.
Now you all know I’m still alive & still not good at writing!
W Magazine released an editorial meant to depict super models as “normal.” Though that is an unattainable goal, the 25-photo editorial is fire. It’s titled “Super Normal Super Models” & was photographed by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott.
I would like to point out that even though I’m posting pictures of conventionally beautiful models, I do not believe that they are the definition of beauty in its entirety.
Many things comprise beauty: The face that once displayed so much pain & now smiles is beautiful. Waking up on crisp autumn mornings to the smell of coffee is beautiful. Beauty lies in laugh lines, scars, & messy hair. Also, in the oxford comma. It’s in the joy of completing &submitting an assignment. The sigh of relief after a long bout of crying. Acknowledging we’re human and being in awe of nature.
These, and many more, are what beauty means to me.
Love Always, S
P.S., These two are also beautiful. Even if I am reluctant to admit my name is on the title for two black cars. See why here.
This may come as no surprise, but I have not yet succeeded in mastering domesticity. However, sometimes I like to feel self sufficient/not starve to death. Regardless, I do not always have the time nor the patience to prepare a complicated dish, so simple recipes are a dream come true.
The following is a recipe for a fairly quick pasta salad that’s perfect for people on the run. Serves 3-4, depending on how much you eat (but really, I just mean I will never be able to determine how many people a particular amount of pasta will feed):
1 box of rotini pasta
2-3 handfuls of cherry or pear tomatoes, cut in halves
6-7 handfuls of spinach
4 table spoons olive oil
Juice of 1 squeezed lemon\
Salt & pepper, to taste
Read directions on pasta box & cook accordingly
Once pasta is cooked & drained, you can do one of two things to chill the pasta: a) cool over a bowl of ice b) put in fridge/freezer until cold
Add pasta to mixing bowl with spinach and tomatoes