Adventuring in New York Neighborhoods: Fort George
One thing I love about New York is that the opportunity for adventuring is endless. I’ve been living in New York City for nearly three years, yet there’s still so little of the city I’ve actually seen. There are so many cool bars and restaurants in SoHo, Lower East Side (LES), and Williamsburg that it’s easy to forget how many other areas there are to see in New York. Well, I say enough of that! The time for adventuring has commenced. I’ve decided to explore all New York City has to offer by spending a day sightseeing each of the neighborhoods and discovering their unique personalities and offerings. I couldn’t…
Just Keep Swinging
“Never allow the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game!” – Babe Ruth Life, in many ways, is like a game of softball. Sometimes life throws you the unexpected curve balls, sometimes you get the fastballs that you can barely see coming, and occasionally you’ll get the perfect pitch. We’re not going to hit every ball that comes our way. We don’t have to. All that matters is that we step up to the plate and keep swinging. Three years ago, I joined my company softball league. I should start by being upfront and honest about the fact that I’m terrible at softball. I’m terrible at any…
The New York Normal: Three Years Later
It was near the beginning of year two in New York the first time I really felt like a New Yorker. I was leaving my office in Midtown. As I stood at the corner of 50th and 8th Ave waiting for the crosswalk to turn in my favor I saw a man standing on the median. He was wearing a beige trench coat with only his birthday suit underneath. He stood there, amid the crowds of rush hour, flopping his penis around like he was hula hooping with a big toothy smile plastered across his face. I didn’t blink an eye. Just another Wednesday in New York City, I thought.…
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I watched intently as my boyfriend raised the pick-ax above his head and slammed it back down on my bulky couch. When I battled that same narrow doorway I knew two and half years earlier when I battled that same narrow doorway to move the couch in that this would be the couch’s inevitable demise. I felt relief as I watched the life get smashed out of the couch. That’s what New York City apartment hunting will do to you. Watching the life leave my couch felt like the perfect ending to the first chapter of my New York life.
