Archives for the month of: January, 2010

I’m sure you’ve been anxious to check out my new digs.  First, let me tell you a bit about my neighborhood, the East Village or more specifically, Alphabet City.  It’s called Alphabet City because there are four streets here called Avenue A, B, C and D.  I live between Ave A and B.  I first became aware of this neighborhood within a neighborhood when I heard the music from the musical Rent, which is set in Alphabet City in the 1980’s.  During that time, it was a rather bohemian location, much like what I imagine the West Village was like in the 1950’s and 60’s.  Since then, it has been gentrified so it’s much more accessible to J. Crew types like me.  I’ve seen many strollers already.  But there are still TONS of cool restaurants and bars around. 

So here’s a shot of my flat when you first walk in the door.  The door behind the refrigerator is a closet.  The door across from that is half of the bathroom (a toilet and sink).  I’m planning to change the layout a bit once I get some furniture from New Jersey this weekend; I’m going to put the table back by the refrigerator and put a twin mattress in its place so I have a place to chillax when August is sleeping in the bedroom.


This is a shot from the windows (see the previous photo) back towards the main door.  The open door on the left is the other half of the bathroom (bathtub and another sink) and the closed door is the small bedroom that August and I are sharing.

Many NYC apartments have interior windows to let in as much natural light from the adjacent rooms as possible.  August’s pack and play is right in front of that window so I put a sheet in front of it so the light from the main room wouldn’t disturb him.  On our first night, he woke up from sleeping, pulled down the sheet and started tapping on the window to get my attention.  I’ve since replaced the sheet with cardboard, which I’ve taped to the OTHER side so he can’t take it off.  🙂

This place is nothing fancy, but it’s going to be just fine for a couple months.  I’m excited already!!  But I’m also exhausted…more adventures to come!

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Sigh.  Williamsburg has a special place in my heart.  Whenever I’m there, it just feels like home.  I love it.  Just look at how beautiful it was today after a torrential downpour the night before:

Tricia is a dear friend from my college a cappella group, Reveille.  She lives outside DC, so she drove down for our little reunion.  This lady is so wise.  Her wisdom was inspirational, and I’ll never forget this trip…

…never!

Before I move to the Big Apple, I’m spending a night in Williamsburg (sans August–thanks Mom and Dad!) with a dear college friend.  We’re going to relive the glory days and drown our sorrows.  Then I’ll be packing up my essentials and starting an adventure.  The next time I post, I’ll probably be cooler than I am right now–that’s what happens when you move to the East Village you know.

I’m going to make this necklace.  All I need is yarn: red, burnt orange, eggplant, dusty blue, lavender.  Cute.

We’re moving to New York City!  August and I will be two of the eight million people living in the Big Apple starting soon.  

Before I get to my rationale for this huge endeavor, I’ll share the details.  I found an affordable 1 bedroom flat sublet in the East Village and had my dear friend, Kate, scope it out for me.  She’s probably the most responsible, mature, no bullshit girl I know, so I totally trusted her when she gave it a thumb’s up.  There’s a grocery store and laundromat on the block, a great park around the corner, subway stop a few blocks away, and more.  The sublet starts now and lasts through March.  At that point, I have a long term plan, which I’ll discuss later if need be.

New York City and I have had a love/hate relationship.  When I was a senior in college, I wanted nothing more than to move to NYC for grad school.  Unfortunately, September 11th happened, and I lived five blocks from the World Trade Center.  Plus, my education program at NYU did not suit me, so I abandoned my life in the city.  It wasn’t the right time for me to live there.  

Over the past couple years, Eric has been saying that he’d love to live in Manhattan or Brooklyn when he’s done with school.  After getting over my stubborn, irrational opposition to the idea, I realized that I just had two concerns.  One is personal between Eric and me, but the other was just the financial cost of living there.  I didn’t like the idea of living in 500 square feet after having had a house and even a decent-sized college flat in Cambridge.  But I know now that we could make it work.  

After having spent six weeks living with my generous family, I feel ready to face the world alone with August.  I know it will be an adjustment.  I know it will be hard.  But I know it’s something I need to do.  I’ve been thinking very seriously about where to move over the past couple weeks.  I knew I wanted my own space.  Friends and family have generously offered for me to stay with them indefinitely, but I’m afraid it would allow me to wallow in my sorrows too much.  I thought about going to the Cape because it’d be a free place to stay.  But I don’t have any support right there.  I know I could do it, but it wouldn’t be very fun.  So then I started thinking about where I would have the most fun.  I need some fun.  Fun means friends.  Ironically, New York City has the highest concentration of my friends.  Just out of curiosity, I checked prices of sublets on Craigslist and found some that were surprisingly affordable (by city standards at least).  I know that spending a couple thousand dollars isn’t the wisest investment move right now since I am unemployed and don’t know what the future holds for my personal life.  But I’m going to cut myself some slack and indulge for two months.  Two months of fun during what is otherwise the absolute worst experience of my life.

The city will be a GREAT distraction for me.  And that’s what I need right now.  I’m VERY excited about this plan.  Are you?

(The poster at the top is from the film, New York, I Love You , which followed the same multi-director, combination of short films format of Paris, Je’taime).  Here’s the trailer:)

People.

I have a plan.  And I’m so flippin’ excited about it.  

But I’m going to wait to divulge it until everything is official.  

In the meantime, check out my son’s gladiator moves.  His faces are HYSTERICAL!

One of August’s favorite books (on a bookshelf in England) is Dear Zoo.  Since it was a beautiful day, I figured it was high time to take him to his first zoo.  We invited my old friend Emily, who’s nannying for two kids near my parents’ house.   The youngest, Mikey, has the EXACT same birthday as August!

Watching sea lions swim by the underwater observation room.

While we were watching the gorilla collect some branches, he dragged them over and plopped down right in front of us.  The kids went bananas.  August nonchalantly nibbled on his cookie.

Always the thief, little August hijacked Mikey’s stroller (after resisting HIS stroller five times!).  

Still in Mikey’s stroller, we visited the lions.  Have you heard August’s “roar.”  One of his other favorite books (on a bookshelf in England) is Rory and the Lion.

The rhinos were nowhere to be found.  Luckily there was a little play area.  In and out.  In and out.

When it was time to go, I did that age-old mom-ism when August didn’t come to me.  “OK August.  I’ll see you later.”  He casually turned around and waved goodbye, “See ya later, Mama!”  This kid kills me.  In a good way.

It was a lovely day at the zoo.  We’ll check out some more in the near future methinks.

Over the past couple weeks, I’ve been toying around with a few personal changes.  They vary in terms of practicality and probability, but one that was a no-brainer was a haircut.  I wanted something somewhat drastic, but I didn’t want to go short like I usually do when I take control of my hair.  So, fueled by inspiration from my favorite movie of 2009, I went with some Zooey Deschanel bangs, or fringe as they’re known in the UK.  I consulted my brother’s wife, Amy, who works in a salon in LA.  She encouraged me to go for it and to try side sweepy bangs if I was feeling hesitant.  Well, I decided I wasn’t going to be a Timid Teresa anymore so I went all out.  

I love ’em.  I may never go back.

One little diversion I’ve adopted whilst in North Carolina is taking pictures of the great road names in the boonies where my parents live.  When I spy a good one, I pull over and snap a photo, so excuse the lackluster quality of these pics.  I’ve got three classics so far, but I’m still on the lookout.  Rosco Lee is my fav.  Rosco is just a great name.  Period.


The only Christmas gift I managed to take care of this season was getting a wagon for August.  The only reason I accomplished it was because I found it on Craigslist in Raleigh before my life became really crazy.  Good news: August loves it.

So did Uncle Andrew.  He took it for a ride down the big hill in front of my parents’ house (and almost wiped out twice).  August was rather intrigued by this possibility.  It won’t be long before he tries to pull a similar stunt.