All posts filed under: Adventure

Two Places At Once

My greatest first loves always start with music and cities. St. Lucia will always be New York for me. I have an uncanny ability to photographically remember where I was, and what I was doing,  when certain songs were playing at specific moments in time. It’s a bizarre, useless, auditory sensitivity I’ve grown accustom to loving and loathing. Everyone has those things. A smell. A place. For me, it’s always been music. A song will come on, and I’m standing right where I was when it first played. I’ll know what I was wearing. I’ll know who I was with. I’ll know what the mood was. There’s no undoing memories like that, however meaningless or meaningful they may be. The first time I heard Bon Iver’s “Holocene”, I was standing alone on the Williamsburg Bridge. I was wearing a green utility jacket with leather sleeves, perched atop the pink railing. The lens of my Nikeon D3000 was pressed against a gap in the protective fence. It was meant to keep people off, but there I was scaling it for a photo. …

Introducing The Renegade Rulebook!

What’s UP my people? Here we are, a year and a half after my departure from Findingravity. You may have noticed I’ve undergone a rebrand. We’ve pretty much done an HGTV style home renovation. We’ve knocked all the walls down to open up the room and let a little light in. (Holler at Bobbi who runs Ready To Blog. She’s a boss lady / design wizard with herculean patience. She handled it extremely well when I used words like “vintage-y”.) In short: I’m beyond excited to announce the launch of my new passion project, The Renegade Rulebook. The Renegade Rulebook is a no bullshit approach to living a life that makes YOU proud. There’s no formula, or sexy listicle, or downloadable e-book here. Not yet anyway. I’m not going to tell you what to do, or how to do it. I’m just here to openly share how I’m going about this wildly unpredictable life through a series of interviews, personal essays, career learnings, creative projects, and beyond. I’ll also be working with some amazing humans across …

Things That I Don’t Instagram.

Yesterday I posted this picture on Instagram and Twitter (that’s a sly plug for you to follow me on both of those platforms AND the bridge to the story I’m about to tell you). The image was captioned, “Love your sass, New York.” After posting the picture, I took a brief moment to reflect on this poster and how it speaks to why I love New York. I know I haven’t always felt this way; sometimes I’ve despised it here. I chuckle sometimes when people think that living in New York is synonymous with a glamorous lifestyle filled with swanky nights out and rooftop parties, where I casually make nice with diplomats and celebrities alike. Please know that Instagram is not real life. I generally don’t Instagram the times I feel inadequate, terrified, or discouraged. In fact, here are the real life things that have or do happen that I don’t Instagram: The ungodly check I cut my landlord every month The time I cried myself to sleep at 5:00 in the morning because I …

(Reader Question) Favorite Brooklyn Haunts Lately.

A while back I received an awesome question from Kelly over at Manhattan Red: “What are your favorite places in NY? I made a vow to do one “touristy thing” each week this summer, but I also have my appreciation for those little, unheard-of places.” I was just talking to somebody the other day about the difference between living in New York and visiting New York, a conversation which stemmed from my often talked about general disliking of Times Square during the day…Particularly in summer…It’s ACTUALLY like being stuck stationary in a car while a herd of 8,000 cows takes three hours to cross the road. It’s what I imagine Hell to be like. Hell, with Elmo, Spiderman, and Buzz Light-year. Except It’s not really Elmo, Spiderman, and Buzz Light-year, but rather sweaty people dressed as Elmo, Spiderman, and Buzz Light-year trying to take five bucks from you for a picture. Seriously. It’s my personal Hell. I’ll admit (reluctantly) that there IS something magical about Times Square at night when everything is lit up and …

Gif Lovers Unite: New York Edition

Whenever people ask me how New York City is treating me, I always feel like I have multiple personalities. My answer is usually somewhere between, “Well this week a homeless man told me he was a convicted felon and threatened to spit in my face” and “I stumbled upon a sale at Bloomingdales and now New York is the best city EVER.” I guess you could say it gives me comfort knowing that in New York, I’m never alone. Literally. There are people everywhere. ALL.THE.TIME. As you can see, my feelings about living in New York definitely fluctuate: Because every time I accidentally walk over a subway grate in heels I look like this: Or I have to walk through Times Square: No REALLY though….Times Square: And when I’m furniture shopping for my apartment: When I realize I’m definitely not going to make it to the laundromat this week: How I react whenever the comedy club people approach me on the street: When I see people taking touristy pictures and I creep in the background: …

One Iced Coffee Flavored Milk, Hold The Flavored Milk, Please.

  Finding a coffee shop is always my first priority when I move to a new city. I’ve been living in NY for five weeks and I’ve been living in my Brooklyn apartment for two weeks now. I managed to find a coffee shop week one, but I still have to answer every email by phone. I haven’t gotten my crap together and called Comcast, because the phone call always takes two hours, and they try to sell me things I don’t need the kind internet people. My first week in Australia went the same way. It took me two weeks to set up internet, but I sought out coffee on day one. I didn’t have an iPhone to rely on, so looking up coffee shops and directions on the internet was completely obsolete. I figured it couldn’t be THAT complicated, so I set off on a solo adventure. My roommates apparently weren’t as dependent on caffeinated beverages. They were all, “HEY, LET’S GO TO THE BEACH!” And I was all, “HEY, MY BRAIN IS …

Rooftop Parties With Celebrities…Or Something Like That

I am not all that glamorous in day to day life, so it’s not surprising that I am not all that glamorous when I go to Palm Beach, Los Angeles, or New York City. I think people have these concocted, completely romanticized ideas about what city life is really like. It can be crazy, and scary, and so chaotic. You can feel isolated and secluded. In other words, unless you have distinct connections with Jessica Alba, you’re probably not going to be attending lavish parties in a Dolce and Gabbana evening gown. But it can also be remarkably invigorating, you just have to be up for adventure. Three years ago, on my way to Australia, I spent a few nights in Los Angeles to break the 22 hour flight up. It was my attempt at preventing a flight induced coma. I booked a few nights in The Radisson (a long time favorite hotel of mine, hotels are something I don’t mind splurging on. I’m not down with bed bugs. I’m also not down with conspicuous …