I’m 25, Eating Shredded Cheese Out Of The Package, & Finally Back Blogging

#life, humor

Hey friends, 

Can I still call you “friends?” I know it’s been awhile. Like, a long time. But I’m back. I recently experienced what some people (and my insurance company) would qualify as a “a life event.” I turned 25. I am definitively in my mid-twenties. And I am also definitively eating Sargento shredded cheese directly out of the package as I type this. Cheese is spilling everywhere.

I should say first: This blog post is not sponsored by Sargento. But Sargento cheese is amazing and if you aren’t eating it hand to mouth right now, you need to go get some from the grocery store ASAP. Stop reading. Go get Sargento cheese. If it matters to you, I am eating their three cheese Mexican blend.

Is 25 exactly what I thought it would be, you ask? No. It’s exactly like 24. I would love for my 25th birthday to have been a life-changing experience. But I came home, read a YA novel, drank tea, and went to bed. So, as far as I can tell, 25 is pretty much the same as 24. If my life hasn’t changed at all, why am I blogging again? 

I’ve missed it. For a really long time I didn’t feel like I had anything to say. But then I realized: I have things I care about. The heated debate about Annie’s versus Kraft mac and cheese, for example. (Annie’s for life and I’ll fight you on this.)

I want to tell you about my life now and about living in New York City. I want to tell you about the time I realized my trainer at Equinox was a contestant on the last season of an MTV reality television show. (Yes, I belong to Equinox, and yes I still watch MTV. Neither of which I am completely proud of.) I want to tell you about the man who straight up growled at me on the street the other day. These are things I need to share with you.

So I’m back blogging, and this time, unlike the guy I hooked up with in college, I am committing to you. I will be here, once a week (or more perhaps, but I am very flakey), to tell you about my life and to talk to you about things on my mind. 

I have a lot of thoughts.

“Too many?” She asks herself briefly, before her thoughts shift to conspiracy theories about Amelia Earhart’s disappearance.

I want to tell you about the horrible Christmas movie I watched, about the time I blatantly tripped on the sidewalk in front of the man of my dreams (well, I don’t actually dream when I sleep anymore, but he looked like the sort of guy that girls dream about). And mostly, I want to revive this dry blog with some fresh life –– AKA new content.

So, let’s go. Let’s do this. Did you get the Sargento cheese? This is the point in this post where I need you to lift an aggressive amount of cheese out of the bag and into your mouth. You can do it. I believe in you. I am currently doing the same. 

If you did not get the Sargento cheese, were you listening to me but at all? It is integral to this next section that you feel deliriously happy. 

Things I expect to write future posts about:

  • Dissecting the Zenon trilogy, the strengths and the weaknesses. 
  • $7 bottles of wine that taste the same as $20 bottles.
  • The need for a new queen of romantic comedies in the wake of Nora Ephron.
  • Why can’t I keep my plants alive?
  • When all of your friends have boyfriends, and other single-girl problems. 
  • I’m trying to save money but Instagram is conspiring against me. 
  • Cheese? Probably. 

These are just a few topics I hope to cover, you’ll have to keep coming back for more. In the meantime, I’ll still be 25, likely eating cheese, and attempting to tell you about my life. Welcome back? 

An Honest Thought I Had

#life

I moved to New York City when I was 23 years old, with too many possessions and too many hopes. It took me a whole year to get here — symbolically of course. In reality, I took I95 transferred to the FDR and drove all the way through to my East Village apartment, which took about an hour and a half.

But I had spent a whole year trying to move to New York City, and now that I made it here I couldn’t decide if it was everything I wanted it to be or nothing at all.

I lived two lives in this city. One where I went to art galleries, rooftop concerts and expensive Sunday brunches. And one where I heated up frozen food, took work home with me most nights, and wondered if adulthood was just a huge sham.

In keeping with those two lives, I spent 50% of my time breathing in that New York City magic that Friends and Sex and the City convince you floats in the air. The other 50% I spent crying or anxious over whether or not my life was what it should be at this age. I mean, 23 is young but shouldn’t I be trying more things, dating more, cooking real recipes, or at a spin class?

So three months into my stint in the Big Apple, I had fewer answers than I did a year prior. 12 months ago I had a dream I could bank on. The very dream every New York City newcomer has. Now the dream was gone, replaced by an overpriced apartment, a so-so job, and a general anxiety that I might get mugged, or assaulted, or killed by a terrorist on my way home from a friend’s house at night.

It was about three months into living here that I realized that I would be the last girl at the dance. That my friends were each living in New York City for a finite number of minutes, hours, days and years that they had pre-planned. Each of them had already parceled their twenties out into chapters — New York City was just the first chapter in their life stories. And when I looked at the rest of my twenties I saw nothing beyond right now.

To be continued…

Emptying My Twitter Drafts Part II

#life, humor

It’s been a while and my Twitter drafts folder is starting to become as cluttered at the Forever21 sale section. I’ll let you decide if these tweets are more or less valuable than the black unitard that says “UNAVAILABLE” across the chest that I saw in the Forever21 sale section last night.   

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Life Update Pt. I: Mozzarella Sticks and Good News

#life, Uncategorized

Hey friends, it’s been a while. I don’t write much anymore, which is on me. But, at the request of my sister, I’m back at my metaphorical piece of notepaper ready to talk. 

Things are happening in my life. I think. Well, technically things are happening to everyone every day. But let me correct myself. Good things are happening in my life. I mean, right now, I’m halfway into an order of mozzarella sticks, and this might be the peak happiness a person can feel.

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I Guess, What I’m Trying to Say is…

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Eek, guys, I haven’t posted in a while. I’d like to say I haven’t been writing because my social calendar is bursting at the seams. But that’s not really the truth. I’ve had the time, I just haven’t been able to figure out what to write about lately. 

When I started writing two years ago, I was living in London and having awkward encounters with foreigners, going on grand escapades, and making blog-worthy memories every day (multiple times a day). That blog basically wrote itself. Then I moved back to Boston and I tried to chronicle what it was like to be ending a big chapter of my life.