Hi, remember me?

Well it’s my fourth week in the city and I love this place. Between my internship and exploring, blogging has been pretty low on my list of priorities so here’s a quick little update of everything I’ve done thus far:

My roommate is a coke addict, Kate Moss obsessed hostess at a burger joint across the street and only goes by the name ‘Kelsey’ when she’s drunk.

We also live with a British-American waterpolo player, a Japanese actress with very broken English, a girl on the NYU fencing team who rarely comes out of her room, and a very Catholic investment banking intern. It’s dysfunctional and ridiculous and it’s been pretty great.

I love my internship: it’s a very small (but growing) digital marketing agency with very large clients and I’ve gotten to do a lot of very cool (very real) assignments.

I saw American Pharaoh take the triple crown at Belmont Stake and I won $80 like a champ. Beginner’s luck? I think not…

I saw GiGi on Broadway and stalked all the people headed to the Tony Awards.

I am a frequent visitor at Central Park and you can often catch me eating lunch in Madison Square Park.

I have thoroughly enjoyed living near Union Square and all the people watching it provides.

I have developed a small addiction to rainbow sprinkle soft-serve ice cream cones from street vendors.

I turned 20 with sushi, prosecco, the philharmonic in the park, roses, and a fancy birthday cake from Magnolia Bakery.

I’ve learned to value Kansas prices and Boulevard beer and become accustomed to everyone here drinking $12 Heinekens. Why is that a thing??

I had a corn dog at Coney Island, got yelled at for taking pics at the Met, and went to a very seedy, very literally underground script reading of a very depressing but very good play.

I did the Statue of Liberty/Ellis Island thing, I’ve become quite good at the metro system, and am frequently asked for directions.

I have explored the night life scene, done a lot of window shopping, and have learned to genuinely appreciate a quality bottomless brunch.

Long story short, I ❤️ NY. I should get a t-shirt.

Big Girl Panties

I officially live in NYC and T-Swift’s song, “Welcome to New York” is pretty much my anthem.

Today was an exciting day filled with many emotions. My parents and I started off our morning getting breakfast at a delicious French bakery and moving into the NYU dorms. I have a doorman and three other roommates and a little teeny closet. It’s so New York it hurts. Then we had Metro drama and somehow navigated our way to Lowe Profero’s offices, even though we couldn’t snoop past the first floor. We then found lunch and thankfully sipped Mimosas and Bloody Mary’s (S/O to NYC Sunday brunches). After lunch, my parents left and I cried for a solid 20 minutes. Mom told me to put the big girl panties on and I wiped the tears away when I heard one of my roommates come home. After I stopped blubbering, I did some grown-up stuff and filled out my work paperwork for tomorrow. Then, I met some KC friends for dinner in Little Italy and clearly I pull off the New-Yorker-navigating-in-the-rain look well because I was asked for directions. Pasta, wine, and a cannoli later, I traveled back home and successfully maneuvered my way home using the Metro. AKA successful day and I’m one day closer to belonging here.

In other news, I start work tomorrow! Wish me luck!