Ode To My Friends

My friends are amazing. I know a lot of people say that but they don’t mean it like I mean it. My friends are inspiringly truthful and accepting. My friends encourage each other not to hide the wars they are fighting inside, the same wars that have taught us how to save ourselves. They are the type of people who make you believe in the hope and the beauty of the world. They insist you laugh until you pee, cry until it’s better and help you build your softest and kindest type of strength. In a world that seeks connection, when we are oddly enough avoiding eye contact and human interaction, these people ground you and empower that connection. They give you the guidance you need to follow your instincts and express your emotions. My friends are beautiful and they are the coolest people I am lucky enough to know. This little blurb is the preface to a new series I am starting, inspired by my lovely friends. Keep your eyes peeled for what’s to come. 

We have a mouse in the apartment...

We have a mouse. Her name is Abigail.

Abigail lives in the water heater. She is quite small, but can startle you and make you scream loud enough to wake your neighbors.

She first appeared in my life two days ago, when I heard a scurry behind my dresser. When I moved it out the way, I saw she looked more like a rat but it didn’t make me think of her any lesser. She made her way into the apartment through the water heater which is quite rude, straight towards the kitchen but Abi, we are not offering you food. And although she is quite small, she gives a big fright… so much so I couldn’t sleep the entire night. In the morning she was gone, she left through a gap, regrettably for Abi I have now set up many, many mouse traps. I don’t want her to get hurt, sweet Abi, just don’t come back. I could have lived without your presence, I apologize, but mice in the apartment is kinda whack.

This is a true story.

Abi, you are kind, but not wanted.

Goodbye, Farewell 2019

An Ode to 2019.

2019 was a lethal combination of high highs and low lows. In 2019 I graduated from college, fell for someone, un-fell for that same someone, moved to NYC, started a thrilling career, dated around, made new friends, loathed myself-loved myself, traveled, and most of all… learned. 2019, I loved you so dearly, but I am ready for you to go, excited for 2020… she seems great.

Every year, like most of my fellow friends and readers, I set goals that I truly feel will be accomplished in the new year. 70% of the time, something doesn’t get accomplished… is this a flaw? Don’t think so, let’s not talk about it. My 2020 goals are truly exciting, they inspire and encourage me which is all I can ask for at the moment. And even better, I’m excited to carry through these goals- getting to the holy grail- in New York.

If you’ve read my New York Gritty you’ll know I’ve now been in NYC for a little over half a year. I guess in the grand scheme of things, half of a year doesn’t seem that long, but oh how I’ve changed in these last 6 months. I finally feel like I live here, NYC is home (although unsure for how long), I’ve accepted it for what it is, and now bask in the glory of the grit. I wallow in the dust magnet- rat infested- every so stimulating- beautiful New York.

So, goodbye, farewell to 2019. 2020, you enliven me.

-Syd

Fall Playlist Of All Time

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Blogging Around

No one tells you how hard the big apple is. Well, maybe they do.

About four months ago, I made the transition from beautiful blue-skied Colorado to the hustling bustling NYC. When I first arrived, a feeling of excitement filled the air, I had that new puppy-wide-eyed love for a city that, at my longest, had only spent four consecutive days in. Arriving at my apartment is when things began to go down hill. Shortly after entering the lobby and realizing none of my shipped boxes were there, panic overtook my excitement. Yup, you guessed it, I had shipped all of my boxes to the wrong apartment. Now here’s the thing about NYC, nothing is easy. It is not a city for the weak, you have to love where you are or get eaten alive. How would I get my boxes? Who was going to help me? I haven’t worked out in months, will I even be able to carry them!!? The daunting day turned into night and fast forward a week, I had somehow managed to get all of my boxes, move into my apartment, and start my very first “real-life” job.

It’s been four months since I moved to NYC and I can tell you that it’s one of the greatest places in the world. There is no shortage of excitement, food, culture, and/or people. But I want to be honest, because I feel as though there truly isn’t enough of it these days with social media pressures weighing down on all of us. NYC is HARD AF. No better way to put it. Everything you could imagine is just more difficult there. From groceries and laundry to working out and meeting people. That’s why everyone tells you that you either love it or you hate it. Maybe a little bit of both. I have days where I couldn’t even imagine being somewhere other than Central Park reading a book, or night where I meet the most unlikely of people who end up teaching me more than I could ever hope, and days where I am crying… no sobbing, openly in the streets and no one turns a head. Lonely days.

Either way, deciding for yourself is the best advice I could give you. NYC is worth exploring and if you can handle the toughness, it’s one of the greatest cities in the world to excel in. I hope this blurb gives you a little insight into the nitty gritty of the city that never sleeps, and a little insight to where I am. Thanks for keeping up.

-Syd