Archive for August, 2009

We Are Family

Friday, August 21st, 2009

So, my brother recently got engaged and, so far, all I can say is this:
It is absolutely no surprise that families fight over wedding details.
My mother is already gossiping to me about how my future-sister-in-law handled this or handled that. She did have a guest list, ceremony and reception site, and wedding party picked out [...]

A Word About the Dirt in my Fingernails

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

I clipped my nails as short as is healthy and safe (and still cute) in recent days. I know this city is as dirty as advertised not by a scan of the streets and avenues (Okay, well. Not JUST by a scan of the streets and avenues.) but by the amount of dirt that would [...]

Getting Up Close and Personal

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

Almost done decorating my bedroom…

The headboard still seems out of place, but… eh.
I decided that the painting is my Fa Mulan, warrior woman. To give strength. And to justify the purchase.
I’m pretty sure I can hear her singing, “Whooo is that girl Iiiii see? Staring straight back at me. When will my reflection show who [...]

NYC-living: Quadrant Style

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

So, I have been writing blogs in my head nearly everyday since I moved here, but New York’s pacing has moved faster than me. I’ve naturally adjusted to getting up earlier and staying up later, while cramming a million little things into my day. Blogging, however, hasn’t fit, folks! And then I sort of had [...]

I have arrived.

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

(Both literally and figuratively)
Current State:
Sitting on a pool floatie
-which I also slept on last night-
and thinking that “I love city noise” might have been an uninformed opinion
and stealing a wee bit ‘o internet from the neighbors
and about to get Starbucks before we do the “Big Haul” and carry my life up four flights of stairs.

Let’s Talk About My Feelings

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

I’m leaving for the airport in about 30 mins and I’m:
sad to be leaving my people because I have really good people; tired of being sad to be leaving my people; butterfly-ing just a little; envisioning my cab ride into the city; hoping that the two small bags, three medium suitcases, and one massive monster [...]