This is kind of a long story, one that doesn’t yet have an ending so I am opting to break it into parts. Here is Part 1 of who knows how many.
I’m not a Broadway person (other than this really) but recently, I keep find myself rewriting the lyrics to that famous song from Rent.
But instead of “minutes,” I’d say “blood tests, CT scans and doctor visits” because for the last two weeks, that has been my life.
Things were looking up, mostly.
I went on a fabulous vacation with friends. Though hard, I survived a year of sad anniversaries. I moved to a shiny new apartment and had a trip to Italy in my immediate future. Continue reading
It has been a while since I posted about food. Two recent meals reminded me that I was overdue.
One restaurant, Market Table, was so good that I had to go back for seconds.
First, I dined there with Adrienne. Situated in the charming West Village, Market Table is a cozy nine-year old restaurant that I had somehow overlooked all this time. And it was simply through the luck of OpenTable that I picked it at all.
My friend and I had some serious catching up to do so I didn’t take any of my own pics. Fortunately Instagram came to the rescue.
I’m thinking of adopting a cat.
Not just any cat. This cat.
His name is Serge. Sergio. Sergei. He’s flexible. Continue reading
The move is SOON. I’m excited!
But I’m also feeling nostalgic, looking around the place I have called home for the last two years. What will I miss?
The view from one side of the apartment. So pretty and I enjoyed seeing it change with each season.
I hate moving less than most people.
Other than the expense, and other than eventually getting tired of packing, I don’t really hate moving at all. Instead, I see it as a chance for a fresh start.
In the past, I have been slow to decorate and tentative about it too. One thing I have learned from my roommate and friend, Katie, is to dive in.
If she reads this, she will laugh, thinking about how long it took me to hang these stupid mirrors in my bedroom.
I have my eye on a few items for my new apartment. This Apartment Therapy post about pink rugs has inspired some serious online browsing. You know how I feel about pink!
Via Apartment Therapy and Caryn’s House of Boys – LOVE
And thank goodness because recently, most of my brain power has been consumed by uncertainty and a need to make decisions.
I’m not completely in the clear, but I have found a new place to live. Obviously I’m not going to post a link to the apartment description and announce to the world where I live. But I will say that I’m staying in Williamsburg – yay!
Weird fact: I ultimately chose between two finalists upon deciding I couldn’t live with this oddly broken-up closet.
The bad news about finding a new home is that rents are super high so I need you guys to click an ad banner or use a referral link tout suite.
In case you’re curious, here are a few places I considered during the hunt.
Of course you do. Who doesn’t appreciate a frozen banana? How about a blender drink?
My friends at Bowery Collective recognized that and created a new event: BoCo Resort. Thanks to them, I’ll be looking ahead to summer with a cocktail in my hand–at least one of them will surely come from Brugal Rum’s daiquiri cart.
Therapi Band will be on-site playing reggae and more.
Sunday, May 15 at 2pm
335 Bowery, 2nd floor, New York City
Care to join? Click here for tickets. Use my code “Jen” for 20% off.
Hope to see you on the Bowery Hotel terrace May 15th!