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I Left My Heart In New England.

Hi. Remember me? No, that’s okay. I’m not offended. I barely remember me, also.  It’s like I stepped into a UHAUL, which was actually a portal to another dimension called New York City. This other dimension was a strange mix of excitement, heartbreak, stress, and opportunity. It was also home to strange, pungent, terminals called subways, where large foreign creatures scurried between its tracks. These creatures, which could only be described as something between a hamster and a cat, secretly ruled the city and plotted to take over this other dimension when it’s native beings were not paying attention

They were called Rats. HUGE rats that I still can’t deal with. Every time I see one  scampering  between the subway tracks, it’s an internal struggle of amusement, intrigue, and complete disgust. I think most of my amusement and intrigue comes from deep down hoping they are running off to fight a bunch of  talking turtles.

This weekend, I decided to get out of the city for a few days, with hopes of defragging my mind, catching up with my friends, and OH YEAH, celebrating my 25th birthday. Go ahead, crack your over the hill jokes. Come at me bro. I’m in my prime! I had a lot of time to reflect this weekend about all of the cool opportunities life has given me, and all of the challenges I’ve faced.

Somehow, in the midst of my mid twenty adventures, my blog also turned 1 year old. That sounds lame, doesn’t it? I cannot believe I have been blogging on Findingravity (I admit, some weeks more actively than others) for a year. Wasn’t I just sitting in a coffee shop last week trying to get my life together? Why yes, yes I was, but it was a different coffee shop, and I’ve sort of accepted the fact that even with the successful career that I was so desperately searching for a year ago, nobody my age REALLY has their life together.

This weekend, I also had a lot of time to reflect on how long it’s been since I’ve blogged,  and how much I miss writing. I always promised myself never to be that person who let work consume her, but when your hairdresser tells you that you have no life, you have no other choice but to step back and reevaluate.

That, AND, I’ve missed all of you so very much.

I’d love nothing more than spend the next few weeks really cracking down on my blog and getting it back into Tough Mudder shape.  So I’m going to kick this off by showing you a little slice of my New England reunion, and how I spent my 25th birthday.

(Side note: I have a few girlfriends that I caught up with this weekend who explained Tough Mudder to me. I now think they are clinically insane. Have any of you done it? It sounds terrifying!)

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Also, I cut my hair. Enter….BANGS! Ch-ch-changes.

Photo on 2-26-13 at 12.45 PM #2
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Sweater c/o Francesca’s


  1. I just checked your blog the other day and wondered if you were still blogging! Glad to see you are 🙂 p.s happy belated birthday

    • Shannon! That’s so funny, I read your piece on other people’s daughters on the train yesterday and was almost in tears…Publicly! Thanks for stopping by!

  2. You are 25 and still saying things like, “come at me bro” which is a GREAT sign. You look lovely and it is nice to see you posting again.

    • Haha thanks, Becca! I’m 25 but I’m really 19 in my vocabulary sometimes….In this case, a 19 year old frat boy. Yikes! Happy to be back in action! 🙂

  3. Good to hear from you! I’m glad that are doing well and that you haven’t been abducted by a giant NYC rat! Happy belated bday…25 is a great age!

  4. Tough Mudder is insanity. It can be cold and you are wet the whole time. I am opting for the color run this year in lieu of getting electrocuted while crawling on my knees in a swamp. I guess getting blasted with paint while I run is the better alternative, right? Happy one year blogging – I just celebrated my one year too – and Happy Birthday. PS…thirties are even better!

  5. Oh my gosh you did Tough Mudder? WHY?! WHYYYY?! But that’s awesome! I’m a little envious of your determination because I probably would have curled up in fetal position and eaten oreos.

    • Thank you! I’ve been here for eight months, and some days I’m in deep, chaotic, emotional roller coaster love with this place. Some days, not so much. I DO love the vibe her, and how hungry and creative everyone is, so that’s really what I try to focus on! Thank you for reading! xo

  6. I was beginning to wonder what happened to you… But I totally get it, when I moved to NYC, I dropped off the radar for quite awhile, too.

  7. I was actually just thinking, “I wonder what happened to Carley?” & reminded myself to check in on/with you. I’m so glad to see you writing again – & I’m so glad you got some time to recharge in New Hampshire to celebrate your birthday.

    Also, I miss you. I’m traveling for another week, but let’s plan to catch up soon? Feels like it’s been ages! XOXO

    • I think of you often, too! Would love to catch up soon. Maybe a rendezvous in the city? Definitely needed a little break from everything. Miss you!

  8. Happy birthday! Twenty-five is not bad. I used to schedule my hair appointments in between interviews when I still worked as a journalist, but one month after I turned twenty-five, I had my son. You are still plenty young and it sounds like you have many inspiring adventures ahead of you about which I’m sure you will write. ~ Rebecca

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