After several requests/reminders, I have finally gotten around to wrapping up this blog. I have been back in Georgia for a few weeks now, and after being back for a while, I can now truly reflect on my time in New York.
First, I should start by saying that every thing that happened to me this summer and the summer before have molded me into the person I am today. The girl sitting here writing this post is very different from the girl that sat in my aunt's apartment composing the first blog post. I have now experienced and learned so much more about life. Every thing from the emotional breakdowns to laughing so hard I cried helped me know a little more about myself.
I met some of the most incredible people while in the city. People I will never forget. I moved in with 4 strangers and by the time I left, I was saying goodbye to 4 amazing friends. They helped me when I was homesick and helped me recover from a breakdown over a boy they'd never even met. They were there every day to talk about my day at work. They were there to watch all my favorite trashy TV shows with me before bed or just sit in a living room with nothing but a couch entertaining ourselves. I wouldn't have wanted to experience the city any other way. Our little dorm became a home, and my roommates became a family.
My first day in New York, I was terrified. There I was, thrown into a city knowing no one. It was a scary and lonely feeling, but I knew I was tough enough to get through it. And I did. I survived an internship on Fashion Avenue. I survived the many nights I spent in the bars of Manhattan. I survived the distance from all the friends who's sides I rarely leave. And through all this, I left with a potential future job, an empty wallet, and a handful of new friends who's sides I didn't want to leave.
Before signing out, I have a few people to thank for this life-altering summer:
John and Betty, my godparents. My godparents are two people who have loved me unconditionally my whole life. They are willing to give me anything and do anything for me, and for this I am forever grateful. It is amazing that two people could love me so much without even being a blood relative. Who else would print out all my blog posts or keep a framed picture of me in every room of their house? Definitely not anyone with the last name Welker.
My grandparents. Just like my godparents, both of my grandparents are always in full support of any dream I wish to pursue. They are always there to give me a phone call just to let me know they are thinking about me. Even with all the grandchildren they have, they manage to make us each feel so loved and special.
My Boys. Both my brothers have played an influential role in my life, and I'm not sure either of them really knows it. Andy always inspires me creatively and shows me the beauty of just being who you are. Matt is so determined and hard headed, and I admire his strength every day. Brothers are so much better than sisters. They made me stronger by picking on me, made sure I always had someone to argue with, and would kick any guy's ass for me. That's true brother/sister love.
My mom and dad. They are the two most incredible people I know with the most incredible relationship I've ever witnessed. Their love for one another and those around them is contagious, and I hope to become just a fraction of who they are. The provided me with the finances and encouragement to follow my dreams, and even when I try to get in my own way they won't allow me to. I guess it pays off to be a daddy's girl and momma's only daughter :)
Well, now that I have done my "thank yous" it is time to end "GRITS in the City" and get back to my life as a student in Athens, GA. I hope to be back in the big city soon, but in the mean time I will be in the good ol' south eating biscuits, talking slow, and enjoying my last year of college!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
GA Peach in the Big Apple
6 weeks in and I'm still breaking down the stereotypes of the South.
What is it with these people? They think just because I am from Georgia that I can't feel the heat. I assure you, 90 degree weather is hot no matter where you are from. You would think the sweat mustache on my upper lip would have given them the hint.
Also, everyone giggles every time I say y'all! What is so funny about a contraction that makes more sense, is less sexist, and is easier to say than "you guys." Keep your giggles to yourself, New York.
I was in the elevator at work yesterday when the man who operates the elevator asked me where I was from. I responded "Atlanta" and immediately he and the other man in the elevator were arguing over wether I was a Georgia Peach or a Southern Belle. I thought Welkers liked to argue, but the citizens of New York really give us a run for our money. I must say though, I was intrigued by the argument, and in the end I informed them that I was both a belle and a peach as well as flattered by their nonsense.
This reminds me of when I was in London. On my first day, I told the women I worked with that I was from Georgia and in response they asked, "Do you live on a farm?!" I let them down by saying, "No, I'm from Atlanta. It's a pretty big city." Then, of course, they backfired with, "Oh, so you know Usher?!" Needless to say, I was speechless. After letting them down again by telling them I don't know Usher or any other rapper/singer personally, I realized I should have just played along. Yea, I'm from the ATL and Usher and I hang out all the time. Occasionally I hang out with Lil Jon too.
On the subject of the South, I found a place that sells biscuits. Yes. I repeat: I found a place that sells biscuits. Of course, it wasn't that good, but beggers can't be choosers, right? While walking with some friends we stumbled upon a new little breakfast place down the block from our apartment. I was scanning the menu trying to decide what to get, considering I don't really like breakfast food, and there it was. Just the word on the menu made me squeal! Who cares if it wasn't that good. It will hold me over until I can get back to Chick fil A.
My style is evolving to city chic, but don't worry, I still throw on my cowboy boots when wearing my all black outfits. When I do this, I always see people's eyes staring at my feet while I strut down the sidewalk, and I love every minute of it. Georgia girl is getting used to NY, but NY is trying just as hard to get used to little miss Georgia.
What is it with these people? They think just because I am from Georgia that I can't feel the heat. I assure you, 90 degree weather is hot no matter where you are from. You would think the sweat mustache on my upper lip would have given them the hint.
Also, everyone giggles every time I say y'all! What is so funny about a contraction that makes more sense, is less sexist, and is easier to say than "you guys." Keep your giggles to yourself, New York.
I was in the elevator at work yesterday when the man who operates the elevator asked me where I was from. I responded "Atlanta" and immediately he and the other man in the elevator were arguing over wether I was a Georgia Peach or a Southern Belle. I thought Welkers liked to argue, but the citizens of New York really give us a run for our money. I must say though, I was intrigued by the argument, and in the end I informed them that I was both a belle and a peach as well as flattered by their nonsense.
This reminds me of when I was in London. On my first day, I told the women I worked with that I was from Georgia and in response they asked, "Do you live on a farm?!" I let them down by saying, "No, I'm from Atlanta. It's a pretty big city." Then, of course, they backfired with, "Oh, so you know Usher?!" Needless to say, I was speechless. After letting them down again by telling them I don't know Usher or any other rapper/singer personally, I realized I should have just played along. Yea, I'm from the ATL and Usher and I hang out all the time. Occasionally I hang out with Lil Jon too.
On the subject of the South, I found a place that sells biscuits. Yes. I repeat: I found a place that sells biscuits. Of course, it wasn't that good, but beggers can't be choosers, right? While walking with some friends we stumbled upon a new little breakfast place down the block from our apartment. I was scanning the menu trying to decide what to get, considering I don't really like breakfast food, and there it was. Just the word on the menu made me squeal! Who cares if it wasn't that good. It will hold me over until I can get back to Chick fil A.
My style is evolving to city chic, but don't worry, I still throw on my cowboy boots when wearing my all black outfits. When I do this, I always see people's eyes staring at my feet while I strut down the sidewalk, and I love every minute of it. Georgia girl is getting used to NY, but NY is trying just as hard to get used to little miss Georgia.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Not So Avid Blogger..
Hello friends and family..
So it's been a while since my last blog post. I really should get better at this. I constantly think about blogging and what I might say next...but I never actually do it. I always write on sticky notes at work, mostly just because I love office supplies, but also to remember the random thoughts that bounce around my head. Today I opened my purse and noticed I had about twenty post its accumulating in my bag. I guess that means it's time for an update.
The only problem is, and those of you who actually know me can probably attest to this, all the post its say the most random things, and none of them go together enough to write an entire blog post about. Oops. I can't help the randomness that ensues in my brain.
One post it just said "Be spontaneous" and the one stuck to it said "O'Mommy." I guess that means I should write about being spontaneous while talking about my grandmother? I'm not really sure. I will try and take better notes, or just actually update this as I think.
But in the mean time, I'll just fill you in on what I've been up to.
Honestly, I've been really lazy. I've enjoyed it though. I think I deserved a lazy week/semi-lazy weekend. A full time job isn't easy. I don't know how actual adults do it. Damn. I'm getting close to being an actual adult. Ew. I don't really like the thought of that. Is it really so bad to want to stay in college forever? I guess I should just accept it. I, Emily Welker, am 21 years old. I work and live in New York City and will only be a student for another year and a half. There. I said it. Now someone pass me a Natty Light.
I've been thinking a lot about my post-graduation plans lately. I had a really great and encouraging conversation with my supervisor on Friday that really made me feel like I could work and live here. I mean, after being here, it definitely would be hard to find something that compares. It really is a city made of dreams. And after speaking with my boss, I feel that one day my dreams could become a reality.
I had brunch on Sunday with my cousin who lives here, and she told me her entire story. She said it isn't easy, but you survive. You make a life for yourself. Everyone who moves here is homesick and struggles at first, but eventually you just never want to leave. New Yorkers love New York so much. Whatever city I do end up in, I just hope I share that same love.
I want to be in love with my city. I want to be in love with my job. I want to be in love with my apartment. And who knows, maybe one day I will be in actual love. But in the meantime, I am young and have a vast future ahead of me. I'm in no rush. I'm not going to worry about it until I have to. Until then, I will just focus on blogging more often and making sense of the dozens of sticky notes in my purse.
So it's been a while since my last blog post. I really should get better at this. I constantly think about blogging and what I might say next...but I never actually do it. I always write on sticky notes at work, mostly just because I love office supplies, but also to remember the random thoughts that bounce around my head. Today I opened my purse and noticed I had about twenty post its accumulating in my bag. I guess that means it's time for an update.
The only problem is, and those of you who actually know me can probably attest to this, all the post its say the most random things, and none of them go together enough to write an entire blog post about. Oops. I can't help the randomness that ensues in my brain.
One post it just said "Be spontaneous" and the one stuck to it said "O'Mommy." I guess that means I should write about being spontaneous while talking about my grandmother? I'm not really sure. I will try and take better notes, or just actually update this as I think.
But in the mean time, I'll just fill you in on what I've been up to.
Honestly, I've been really lazy. I've enjoyed it though. I think I deserved a lazy week/semi-lazy weekend. A full time job isn't easy. I don't know how actual adults do it. Damn. I'm getting close to being an actual adult. Ew. I don't really like the thought of that. Is it really so bad to want to stay in college forever? I guess I should just accept it. I, Emily Welker, am 21 years old. I work and live in New York City and will only be a student for another year and a half. There. I said it. Now someone pass me a Natty Light.
I've been thinking a lot about my post-graduation plans lately. I had a really great and encouraging conversation with my supervisor on Friday that really made me feel like I could work and live here. I mean, after being here, it definitely would be hard to find something that compares. It really is a city made of dreams. And after speaking with my boss, I feel that one day my dreams could become a reality.
I had brunch on Sunday with my cousin who lives here, and she told me her entire story. She said it isn't easy, but you survive. You make a life for yourself. Everyone who moves here is homesick and struggles at first, but eventually you just never want to leave. New Yorkers love New York so much. Whatever city I do end up in, I just hope I share that same love.
I want to be in love with my city. I want to be in love with my job. I want to be in love with my apartment. And who knows, maybe one day I will be in actual love. But in the meantime, I am young and have a vast future ahead of me. I'm in no rush. I'm not going to worry about it until I have to. Until then, I will just focus on blogging more often and making sense of the dozens of sticky notes in my purse.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Cause Baby You're A Firework
As we all know, this weekend was Fourth of July weekend. I was so happy to have a day off work and a three day weekend. It was definitely nice. We didn't really make any plans for the 4th ahead of time, so we just decided we would go down by the river and see the New York City fireworks that we had heard so much about.
We arrived early, because we wanted to guarantee ourselves a spot. We got a spot all right. On the pavement in the middle of the blocked off road. I guess we were naive to think that we would be able to go down on one of the piers or sit in the grassy areas by the river. Nope. All of that space was reserved for private parties and events. I can't tell you how many times we heard, "You don't have a ticket? Turn around." So we ended up on the road with all the other measly commoners.
Everything about NYC has to be made to seem so exclusive. Even just a simple viewing of the fireworks. Instead, we were left feeling like the kids who weren't invited to the party, but could hear all the fun from the outside. Live performers, open bars, dancing. All within an ear shot. It was a little bit depressing...
But that's okay. We didn't let it ruin our night. We packed a spread of all kinds of snacks and appetizers and picnicked until the show. Our spot on the pavement was right in front of a group of NY Police Officers. We made friends with them and loved eaves dropping on their conversations. Funny guys. They acted exactly like I thought they would and all had a thick New York accent. There was even a threat scare, when a french woman came up to the officers and said there was an unattended black bag under the tree near by. The officers went to check it out, and luckily, it was just a false alarm. It was just a bag someone had set down by accident. Afterwards, the police returned to their spot and we could hear them laughing and telling jokes about the situation. I guess in order to live with situations like that day in a day out you have to be able to make light of them every now and then.
The fireworks were AMAZING. There are six barges on the river, and they all set off the fireworks in sync with one another. It lit up over a mile of New York sky. It was so beautiful.
I love the fourth of July. It's one of the few days of the year where everyone matches each other in stripes, red, white, and blue, and every one in America just has a good time celebrating the one thing we all have in common:our freedom.
Here's a little song we all know and love.
We arrived early, because we wanted to guarantee ourselves a spot. We got a spot all right. On the pavement in the middle of the blocked off road. I guess we were naive to think that we would be able to go down on one of the piers or sit in the grassy areas by the river. Nope. All of that space was reserved for private parties and events. I can't tell you how many times we heard, "You don't have a ticket? Turn around." So we ended up on the road with all the other measly commoners.
Everything about NYC has to be made to seem so exclusive. Even just a simple viewing of the fireworks. Instead, we were left feeling like the kids who weren't invited to the party, but could hear all the fun from the outside. Live performers, open bars, dancing. All within an ear shot. It was a little bit depressing...
But that's okay. We didn't let it ruin our night. We packed a spread of all kinds of snacks and appetizers and picnicked until the show. Our spot on the pavement was right in front of a group of NY Police Officers. We made friends with them and loved eaves dropping on their conversations. Funny guys. They acted exactly like I thought they would and all had a thick New York accent. There was even a threat scare, when a french woman came up to the officers and said there was an unattended black bag under the tree near by. The officers went to check it out, and luckily, it was just a false alarm. It was just a bag someone had set down by accident. Afterwards, the police returned to their spot and we could hear them laughing and telling jokes about the situation. I guess in order to live with situations like that day in a day out you have to be able to make light of them every now and then.
The fireworks were AMAZING. There are six barges on the river, and they all set off the fireworks in sync with one another. It lit up over a mile of New York sky. It was so beautiful.
I love the fourth of July. It's one of the few days of the year where everyone matches each other in stripes, red, white, and blue, and every one in America just has a good time celebrating the one thing we all have in common:our freedom.
Here's a little song we all know and love.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
One Step Closer To Chanel No.5
My whole life I have always told my parents that when I grow up and get a real job, (which I always imagined being at a fabulous fashion magazine) I will wear red lipstick all the time and my fragrance will be Chanel No. 5.
There is just something about seeing a woman in red lipstick that is sexy, cool and sophisticated. It says to those around you "I make my own money, but I'll spend yours too." I love it. I have just never felt grown up enough to wear it. I almost wonder if I ever will. I haven't touched a tube of bright red lipstick since I was a little girl playing in my mom's makeup drawer. Even back then I was particular about my color. I would make sure it was absolutely perfect, using a Q-tip to make sure I didn't "color out of the lines."
And of course we all know the iconic Chanel No. 5. It smells like the woman I want to be. It is classic and yet fresh and new. It isn't even my favorite fragrance, but it holds a special place in my heart.
I will never feel fully adult until the day I walk out of my house smelling like Chanel with popping red lips headed to the office. Most little girls had dreams of ponies and being a ballerina. I wanted to wear perfume and lipstick in a fashion office.
Today, I felt closer to my dream than ever before.
It is the midpoint of my internship, and along with that comes midpoint evaluations. This meant getting my supervisor to fill out a form about me, discuss it with me, and then fax it to my professor.
My boss walked to my desk and told me to come on back to discuss my evaluation. I sat down across from her, nervous smile and all. She informed me that I am a wonderful worker and then she used the term "very employable." She proceeded to tell me she knows I will be successful in the future and that my southern charm is sweet and personable.
Just this simple evaluation meant so much to me. I really respect my supervisor, so her opinion is very important to me. She is only 25 years old and already worked her way towards the top of the ladder of the company. She is young, spunky, and focused. All are traits that I hope to have. After being told I had southern charm and will be successful in the industry, I couldn't help but think "should I go buy some lipstick and put Chanel on my Christmas list?"
It's a good feeling when someone tells you you're doing a good job. It's an even better feeling when you respect the person telling you. I am slowly taking steps towards my dream. First came college, then living in London, then New York, and then finally, the feeling of accomplishment in the city of New York.
There is just something about seeing a woman in red lipstick that is sexy, cool and sophisticated. It says to those around you "I make my own money, but I'll spend yours too." I love it. I have just never felt grown up enough to wear it. I almost wonder if I ever will. I haven't touched a tube of bright red lipstick since I was a little girl playing in my mom's makeup drawer. Even back then I was particular about my color. I would make sure it was absolutely perfect, using a Q-tip to make sure I didn't "color out of the lines."
And of course we all know the iconic Chanel No. 5. It smells like the woman I want to be. It is classic and yet fresh and new. It isn't even my favorite fragrance, but it holds a special place in my heart.
I will never feel fully adult until the day I walk out of my house smelling like Chanel with popping red lips headed to the office. Most little girls had dreams of ponies and being a ballerina. I wanted to wear perfume and lipstick in a fashion office.
Today, I felt closer to my dream than ever before.
It is the midpoint of my internship, and along with that comes midpoint evaluations. This meant getting my supervisor to fill out a form about me, discuss it with me, and then fax it to my professor.
My boss walked to my desk and told me to come on back to discuss my evaluation. I sat down across from her, nervous smile and all. She informed me that I am a wonderful worker and then she used the term "very employable." She proceeded to tell me she knows I will be successful in the future and that my southern charm is sweet and personable.
Just this simple evaluation meant so much to me. I really respect my supervisor, so her opinion is very important to me. She is only 25 years old and already worked her way towards the top of the ladder of the company. She is young, spunky, and focused. All are traits that I hope to have. After being told I had southern charm and will be successful in the industry, I couldn't help but think "should I go buy some lipstick and put Chanel on my Christmas list?"
It's a good feeling when someone tells you you're doing a good job. It's an even better feeling when you respect the person telling you. I am slowly taking steps towards my dream. First came college, then living in London, then New York, and then finally, the feeling of accomplishment in the city of New York.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
One Of "My Boys" Came To Visit
I was lucky enough to be born the youngest of three children and the only girl. This automatically makes me daddy's little girl and momma's only girl. But it wasn't only the special attention from my parents that made it so great. I have two amazing older brothers. When I was younger I used to rule my house and boss them around. I also would call them "my boys."
Last weekend was so much fun because my oldest brother, Andy, came to visit me. My boss was kind enough to give me the day off on Friday, so I got to spend a full three days with him. We are 7 years apart in age, so we have never really gotten to hang out that much just the two of us. I knew we were going to have fun, but I didn't fully know what to expect.
On Friday we went up to Times Square and waited in line to get 40% off tickets to see the musical "Catch Me If You Can." Then we had all day to waste until the show, so we did all the touristy things I never would have done unless I had someone visiting. (Us "almost New Yorkers"usually avoid the Times Square madness at all costs) We walked all through Times Square, went in all the huge famous stores, went through Rockafeller Center, saw the shops on 5th Ave, went in FAO Schwartz, etc. I had a lot of fun. Then that night we went to the theater to see the musical, and it was really good! I would recommend it to anyone. It was definitely just like the movie!
Saturday we woke up reallyyyy early to stand in line for tickets again. We got half off tickets to see Zarkana, the newest Cirque du Soleil. It was AMAZING! I had never seen one before and to top it all off this show was in Radio City. I've always heard I should see a show there, and now I can finally say I have. That evening we went to the Frying Pan with all my friends. The Frying Pan is a dock and old boats on the water that have been converted into a restaurant/bar. It is one of the most fun places I have been in the city, and I cant wait to go back. Andy and I split two pitchers of sangria that were delicious.
Everyone LOVED Andy! It was so funny, because we have never really gone out together before! All of my friends thought he was so much fun and really liked talking to him. After a long day and even longer night we were both exhausted!
I'm so glad he was able to come visit. It's weird now being all grown up and being friends with my siblings. I have gotten to be so close with both of them. We have always been close, but now it is a more mature relationship. Even just the other night, my other brother, Matt, texted me that he was so sorry he couldn't visit (because he got a new job!! yay Matt!) but he couldn't wait for me to get back and live in the same state for the first time in over 7 years.
I love my family so much and am such a lucky girl. I'm a daddy's girl, a momma's girl, and I've got my boys.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Rain Rain Go Away..And Take The Smell With You
Today the shopping gods struck down on me. After work I decided to do a little shopping before heading home. Just after leaving the second store heading towards the third, I was caught in a torrential downpour. I may exaggerate a lot, but this is no exaggeration. It was raining like the world was going to end. My cute suede flats were quickly drenched, causing blisters. The shopping bags I was already carrying were getting wet, and my entire back was drenched. I was forced to end my spending early. Oh well, at least my dad will be happy.
After the rain ended and the sun tried to come back out, it started to smell like garbage. Then, I looked down to assess the damage of my once cream colored flats. They had black gunk all over them.
When it rains in June at home, it smells like summer. When it rained today, it smelled like a bar at 3 am. When it rains at home, it washes away all the grime. When it rains in NYC, it turns the grime into slush.
This got me thinking about the little things I miss about the south. So here is a little list I compiled on my 3 block walk from the subway to my room.
1. My bed. In regards to my last post, I miss having my very own bed. If there was a way for my parents to mail me my bed, memory foam topper and all, I would be forever grateful. I'm serious; I would do just about anything.
2. Chick Fil A. You should have seen this coming. I miss waking up at 10:15 and racing to Chick Fil A for a biscuit before even taking the time to change out of my pajamas. I miss eating Chick Fil A at least 3 times a week with all my friends. I miss Tim, the manager, remembering I like 3 Chick Fil A sauces and not just 2.
3. Cheese Dip. I'm starting to notice a trend in this list. Sleep and food. But seriously, where is the cheese dip in this town? My southern friends and I have been on the hunt for a mexican restaurant that actually has normal, white, cheese dip. So far, nothing. All the mexican restaurants are either Tex Mex or only have guacamole. I swear guac is the new trend here. It is everywhere! Guacamole must be the new sushi. It's the new hip food. But I don't want to be hip. I want cheese dip. I can't wait to eat nothing but La Parilla and Chick fil A upon my arrival in Georgia.
4. Manners. In all fairness, I knew this was part of the package when I decided to come to New York. But seriously, what is so difficult about saying "Excuse me" or "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bulldoze over you." Just the other day I bumped into someone and out of habit I quickly apologized (even though it wasn't my fault). The man looked at me like I was a mental person. He looked at me as if he has never heard the words before. Maybe he hadn't. I like to just pretend he didn't speak English. Then, only minutes after that incident, I bumped into a woman on the street. This time it was my fault. Again, I quickly apologized and said "excuse me." She looked up at me with the biggest smile I think I have ever seen. She was so grateful that I actually acknowledged our incident. Now I understand why my parents were always so intent on us growing up learning the importance of politeness.
5. Southern Accents. I don't have much to say about this one, other than the fact that I think a southern accent is beautiful. There is just something about the New York accent that doesn't sound right to my ears. I would rather hear "y'all" over "yous guys" any day.
6. Fresh Air. This is one of those things I have taken advantage of my entire life. I miss stepping outside and taking a deep breath before heading on my way. If I took a deep breath every time I walked outside here, I would inhale very little fresh air and much more pollution.
7. Having Money. Pretty self explanatory. This city makes it pretty difficult to maintain a full wallet. Between the food and drinks, I will probably be bankrupt by the time my 8 weeks are up. But I must say, it has been worth every penny.
8. Colors. I have touched on this matter before. It seems like everyone here wears only neutral colors, but then I walk in the stores they are filled with brightly colored garments. I am very confused by this. I would just like to see people wear a little more color to brighten up the streets of SoHo a bit.
9. My Car. I actually enjoy the subway because I love the people watching, but every now and then I just wish I could hop in my little Escape and scoot on over to wherever it is I want to go. I also do some of my best thinking while riding around in the car. I love to just turn up my music and drive. Public transportation is great, but for some reason they won't let me play my iPod over the speakers on the train.
10. My People. Above all else, I miss my friends and family. I have the most incredible people in my life, and I think about them all every single day.
This post may seem like one big complaint. It's not. I absolutely LOVE New York and LOVE living here. I have met amazing people, seen beautiful sights, and learned so much. This is just a post dedicated to a few of the things I love about where I am from.
Now let's just hope the rain will stay away for a while. Or at least wait until I'm finished shopping next time.
After the rain ended and the sun tried to come back out, it started to smell like garbage. Then, I looked down to assess the damage of my once cream colored flats. They had black gunk all over them.
When it rains in June at home, it smells like summer. When it rained today, it smelled like a bar at 3 am. When it rains at home, it washes away all the grime. When it rains in NYC, it turns the grime into slush.
This got me thinking about the little things I miss about the south. So here is a little list I compiled on my 3 block walk from the subway to my room.
1. My bed. In regards to my last post, I miss having my very own bed. If there was a way for my parents to mail me my bed, memory foam topper and all, I would be forever grateful. I'm serious; I would do just about anything.
2. Chick Fil A. You should have seen this coming. I miss waking up at 10:15 and racing to Chick Fil A for a biscuit before even taking the time to change out of my pajamas. I miss eating Chick Fil A at least 3 times a week with all my friends. I miss Tim, the manager, remembering I like 3 Chick Fil A sauces and not just 2.
3. Cheese Dip. I'm starting to notice a trend in this list. Sleep and food. But seriously, where is the cheese dip in this town? My southern friends and I have been on the hunt for a mexican restaurant that actually has normal, white, cheese dip. So far, nothing. All the mexican restaurants are either Tex Mex or only have guacamole. I swear guac is the new trend here. It is everywhere! Guacamole must be the new sushi. It's the new hip food. But I don't want to be hip. I want cheese dip. I can't wait to eat nothing but La Parilla and Chick fil A upon my arrival in Georgia.
4. Manners. In all fairness, I knew this was part of the package when I decided to come to New York. But seriously, what is so difficult about saying "Excuse me" or "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bulldoze over you." Just the other day I bumped into someone and out of habit I quickly apologized (even though it wasn't my fault). The man looked at me like I was a mental person. He looked at me as if he has never heard the words before. Maybe he hadn't. I like to just pretend he didn't speak English. Then, only minutes after that incident, I bumped into a woman on the street. This time it was my fault. Again, I quickly apologized and said "excuse me." She looked up at me with the biggest smile I think I have ever seen. She was so grateful that I actually acknowledged our incident. Now I understand why my parents were always so intent on us growing up learning the importance of politeness.
5. Southern Accents. I don't have much to say about this one, other than the fact that I think a southern accent is beautiful. There is just something about the New York accent that doesn't sound right to my ears. I would rather hear "y'all" over "yous guys" any day.
6. Fresh Air. This is one of those things I have taken advantage of my entire life. I miss stepping outside and taking a deep breath before heading on my way. If I took a deep breath every time I walked outside here, I would inhale very little fresh air and much more pollution.
7. Having Money. Pretty self explanatory. This city makes it pretty difficult to maintain a full wallet. Between the food and drinks, I will probably be bankrupt by the time my 8 weeks are up. But I must say, it has been worth every penny.
8. Colors. I have touched on this matter before. It seems like everyone here wears only neutral colors, but then I walk in the stores they are filled with brightly colored garments. I am very confused by this. I would just like to see people wear a little more color to brighten up the streets of SoHo a bit.
9. My Car. I actually enjoy the subway because I love the people watching, but every now and then I just wish I could hop in my little Escape and scoot on over to wherever it is I want to go. I also do some of my best thinking while riding around in the car. I love to just turn up my music and drive. Public transportation is great, but for some reason they won't let me play my iPod over the speakers on the train.
10. My People. Above all else, I miss my friends and family. I have the most incredible people in my life, and I think about them all every single day.
This post may seem like one big complaint. It's not. I absolutely LOVE New York and LOVE living here. I have met amazing people, seen beautiful sights, and learned so much. This is just a post dedicated to a few of the things I love about where I am from.
Now let's just hope the rain will stay away for a while. Or at least wait until I'm finished shopping next time.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The City That Never Sleeps
It is well-known that this city is called "the city that never sleeps." Well, that's an issue for me, because this girl does sleep. A lot.
But apparently not in this city.
For some reason, as soon as I arrived here my sleeping habits have been so strange. I don't really know why. Maybe because I'm not sleeping in my own bed and instead I am sleeping in one that resembles a hospital bed. Maybe it is just because I always feel like I have something to do instead. Or it could be the fact that this building is old and I sneeze every night due to the copious amounts of dust. But what I do know is that today I got the "Aw, you look so tired" comment from a co-worker. The "you look so tired" comment can easily be exchanged for "Man, you look like shit." So after I received the warning, I looked in the mirror in the showroom. There I was, dark circles and all. It looks like someone has punched me in both eyes. It is apparent that although this city doesn't sleep, I have to find a way to.
Maybe another reason I am so sleepy is because I work out at work. Okay, I don't reallyyyy work out, but let me tell y'all...bridal gowns are heavy. Lifting them all day gets tiring! Plus, they are all bigger than me, so that makes it difficult too. Not only am I going to come home with washboard abs from my Jillian Michaels DVD, but apparently I will be returning with the toned biceps.
The unintentional workout is only one of the many cool things I do at my work. Today I had to leave the showroom to go hunt for a dress at the factory. After I failed at finding the dress (oops..) I got to talk to Lazaro, the designer. It was just so cool. There we were, just hanging out. Me and one of the most well-known bridal designers crackin' jokes about the crazy brides who want crystals all over their gowns. It may not seem that cool to y'all...but it was amazing to me.
After this job, I will be happy if I never have to look at a map again. I am now an expert in geography. I look at maps of the states all day looking for new stores to target, etc. It is a fun project, but I won't be upset when I'm finished. I can't tell you how many times a week I catch myself singing the "Fifty Nifty United States" song I learned in the 5th grade to teach me the alphabetical order of all the states. Sometimes I catch myself singing it out loud...a tad embarrassing (especially when my boss turns the corner and sees me).
Bridal Gown Workout. Chillin with Lazaro. Singing the states. Yea, I'd say I'm enjoying my internship.
But apparently not in this city.
For some reason, as soon as I arrived here my sleeping habits have been so strange. I don't really know why. Maybe because I'm not sleeping in my own bed and instead I am sleeping in one that resembles a hospital bed. Maybe it is just because I always feel like I have something to do instead. Or it could be the fact that this building is old and I sneeze every night due to the copious amounts of dust. But what I do know is that today I got the "Aw, you look so tired" comment from a co-worker. The "you look so tired" comment can easily be exchanged for "Man, you look like shit." So after I received the warning, I looked in the mirror in the showroom. There I was, dark circles and all. It looks like someone has punched me in both eyes. It is apparent that although this city doesn't sleep, I have to find a way to.
Maybe another reason I am so sleepy is because I work out at work. Okay, I don't reallyyyy work out, but let me tell y'all...bridal gowns are heavy. Lifting them all day gets tiring! Plus, they are all bigger than me, so that makes it difficult too. Not only am I going to come home with washboard abs from my Jillian Michaels DVD, but apparently I will be returning with the toned biceps.
The unintentional workout is only one of the many cool things I do at my work. Today I had to leave the showroom to go hunt for a dress at the factory. After I failed at finding the dress (oops..) I got to talk to Lazaro, the designer. It was just so cool. There we were, just hanging out. Me and one of the most well-known bridal designers crackin' jokes about the crazy brides who want crystals all over their gowns. It may not seem that cool to y'all...but it was amazing to me.
After this job, I will be happy if I never have to look at a map again. I am now an expert in geography. I look at maps of the states all day looking for new stores to target, etc. It is a fun project, but I won't be upset when I'm finished. I can't tell you how many times a week I catch myself singing the "Fifty Nifty United States" song I learned in the 5th grade to teach me the alphabetical order of all the states. Sometimes I catch myself singing it out loud...a tad embarrassing (especially when my boss turns the corner and sees me).
Bridal Gown Workout. Chillin with Lazaro. Singing the states. Yea, I'd say I'm enjoying my internship.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
"Marry The Night"
I cant believe I have already been here two weeks and only have 6 weeks left! It's just so crazy to me. I really feel like I have established a little life here. I have a great group of friends, a great apartment, well..dorm, and a full time job. The only up side to having only 6 weeks left here is that tomorrow marks the exact 6 week mark, so it also marks the day that I start my Jillian Michaels workout DVD. Ladies and gentleman, I will be completing the Six Pack in Six Weeks program and return to the South a changed woman. Prepare yourselves.
The other day before we fell asleep my roommate Meegan and I were watching E! News (as always), and when it was over the news came on. I don't really know what I was expecting to happen, but it took me by surprise when it was the local NYC news. It is the little things like that that really make me step back and realize I am in New York City, and I LIVE here! You would think after two weeks it would have sunk in by now, but it hasn't fully. I am still picking up on the New York culture and lifestyle. There are so many different kinds of people here and during a 5 minute walk down the block you can here 10 different languages being spoken around you. It definitely makes for good people watching, which is a sport for me. I love it. I alway wonder where people are from and where they are going. It seems like everyone in this city has a story and I want to know them all.
Especially when people are rushing down the sidewalk in a hurry, I just want to know what is so important and where are they going that they feel the need to run over everyone on the sidewalk. This is one thing that I have figured out, and even turned in to a little game. I love playing chicken on the sidewalk. Whenever I am walking towards someone and they are walking towards me I can always tell they think I will be the one who steps to the side and let them by. Nope. Not happening. Instead I just keep walking at them until they get to the point where they have no choice but to move. There is no way I am letting this city and the people in it run over me. I'm making my own room on the NYC sidewalk.
On a different note, this weekend was great! Thursday we all just went out. Then on Friday after work we were all so exhausted, but lo and behold...we went out again. I finally got to meet up with my friend from high school, Edin. It was so nice to see a familiar face and catch up with an old friend.
Saturday during the day I went shopping for a little bit on my own and picked up a birthday present for my best friend! Im so sad Im missing her birthday, but I hope she loves her gift. Then Erin, my roommate, and I went to Central Park and just enjoyed the scenery and some more people watching. It is so beautiful there. It's like a little oasis in the concrete jungle. I love when you look up all you see is trees and grass, but then in the background you can still see the New York skyline. It is like two worlds colliding.
Last night my friend Kelley came to stay the night and we went to Spring St Lounge, our new favorite place. Mostly we just like it because a little birdy told us John Mayer hangs out there, and it is right around the corner from our room. We had another fun night out that, of course, ended up with us sitting in our dorm at 4 am, eating McDonalds, skyping Erin's mom. Just a normal evening.
We woke up this morning and went to the most beautiful rooftop brunch on 5th Avenue. It was amazing. The food was delicious, and it was like another little oasis in the city. There were flowers and ivy everywhere. Even palm trees! But just like in Central Park, you could see the skyline in the background and it makes it seem like it is two separate worlds.
I love this city more and more with everyday I am here, and I know I am going to be so sad when I leave. It is such an incredible place that you really can make whatever you want out of it. This weekend I was able to have wild nights out with my girlfriends, but then retreat to a beautiful park that made me forget I was anywhere near the hustle and bustle of the city.
The other day before we fell asleep my roommate Meegan and I were watching E! News (as always), and when it was over the news came on. I don't really know what I was expecting to happen, but it took me by surprise when it was the local NYC news. It is the little things like that that really make me step back and realize I am in New York City, and I LIVE here! You would think after two weeks it would have sunk in by now, but it hasn't fully. I am still picking up on the New York culture and lifestyle. There are so many different kinds of people here and during a 5 minute walk down the block you can here 10 different languages being spoken around you. It definitely makes for good people watching, which is a sport for me. I love it. I alway wonder where people are from and where they are going. It seems like everyone in this city has a story and I want to know them all.
Especially when people are rushing down the sidewalk in a hurry, I just want to know what is so important and where are they going that they feel the need to run over everyone on the sidewalk. This is one thing that I have figured out, and even turned in to a little game. I love playing chicken on the sidewalk. Whenever I am walking towards someone and they are walking towards me I can always tell they think I will be the one who steps to the side and let them by. Nope. Not happening. Instead I just keep walking at them until they get to the point where they have no choice but to move. There is no way I am letting this city and the people in it run over me. I'm making my own room on the NYC sidewalk.
On a different note, this weekend was great! Thursday we all just went out. Then on Friday after work we were all so exhausted, but lo and behold...we went out again. I finally got to meet up with my friend from high school, Edin. It was so nice to see a familiar face and catch up with an old friend.
Saturday during the day I went shopping for a little bit on my own and picked up a birthday present for my best friend! Im so sad Im missing her birthday, but I hope she loves her gift. Then Erin, my roommate, and I went to Central Park and just enjoyed the scenery and some more people watching. It is so beautiful there. It's like a little oasis in the concrete jungle. I love when you look up all you see is trees and grass, but then in the background you can still see the New York skyline. It is like two worlds colliding.
Last night my friend Kelley came to stay the night and we went to Spring St Lounge, our new favorite place. Mostly we just like it because a little birdy told us John Mayer hangs out there, and it is right around the corner from our room. We had another fun night out that, of course, ended up with us sitting in our dorm at 4 am, eating McDonalds, skyping Erin's mom. Just a normal evening.
We woke up this morning and went to the most beautiful rooftop brunch on 5th Avenue. It was amazing. The food was delicious, and it was like another little oasis in the city. There were flowers and ivy everywhere. Even palm trees! But just like in Central Park, you could see the skyline in the background and it makes it seem like it is two separate worlds.
I love this city more and more with everyday I am here, and I know I am going to be so sad when I leave. It is such an incredible place that you really can make whatever you want out of it. This weekend I was able to have wild nights out with my girlfriends, but then retreat to a beautiful park that made me forget I was anywhere near the hustle and bustle of the city.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Very Close Strangers
Week one complete.
This weekend was great because I finally got to get out and see the city. Saturday we woke up and walked the Brooklyn Bridge. Yes, I walked the bridge that I called the Golden Gate while riding in a cab last time I was in NYC. We got pizza at Grimaldi's Pizza, which is extremely famous. So famous in fact, that we had to wait in a line that coiled all the way down the block for over an hour just to get a table. I'd say it was worth it. After pizza and walking I was so exhausted and two of my roommates and I just stayed in for the night with a 6 pack of beer. Classy in the city...
Sunday I went to a BBQ festival. A little taste of the south. Then we explored the city a little bit. The public library is so beautiful. I love all the old architecture here. It's breathtaking. A city like this has so much history, and it is crazy to think about all the people who have walked the very same streets that I walk every day. For example, while in the library all I could think about was the Sex and the City wedding and how I was standing where Carrie found out Big wasn't coming. Okay, maybe not the best example, but you get the point.
My roommates and I have gotten so close. I can't even believe that exactly one week ago we were complete strangers. They already know so much about me, and I know so much about them. All 4 of us are very different, but we compliment each other well. I am so lucky that I got the chance to meet these great girls that will hopefully be my friends for a long time. We are constantly telling stories about our lives at home and being goofy all the time. They think the Welker's are a funny family and can't wait to meet my dad already. It's starting to feel like our little apartment style dorm is home. Who would have thought that girls from Georgia, North Carolina, Rhode Island, and Chicago would all be such fast friends. I guess they aren't strangers after all. Strange maybe, but not strangers.
This weekend was great because I finally got to get out and see the city. Saturday we woke up and walked the Brooklyn Bridge. Yes, I walked the bridge that I called the Golden Gate while riding in a cab last time I was in NYC. We got pizza at Grimaldi's Pizza, which is extremely famous. So famous in fact, that we had to wait in a line that coiled all the way down the block for over an hour just to get a table. I'd say it was worth it. After pizza and walking I was so exhausted and two of my roommates and I just stayed in for the night with a 6 pack of beer. Classy in the city...
Sunday I went to a BBQ festival. A little taste of the south. Then we explored the city a little bit. The public library is so beautiful. I love all the old architecture here. It's breathtaking. A city like this has so much history, and it is crazy to think about all the people who have walked the very same streets that I walk every day. For example, while in the library all I could think about was the Sex and the City wedding and how I was standing where Carrie found out Big wasn't coming. Okay, maybe not the best example, but you get the point.
My roommates and I have gotten so close. I can't even believe that exactly one week ago we were complete strangers. They already know so much about me, and I know so much about them. All 4 of us are very different, but we compliment each other well. I am so lucky that I got the chance to meet these great girls that will hopefully be my friends for a long time. We are constantly telling stories about our lives at home and being goofy all the time. They think the Welker's are a funny family and can't wait to meet my dad already. It's starting to feel like our little apartment style dorm is home. Who would have thought that girls from Georgia, North Carolina, Rhode Island, and Chicago would all be such fast friends. I guess they aren't strangers after all. Strange maybe, but not strangers.
Friday, June 10, 2011
One of Millions
This morning I should have woken up so excited that it is Friday, and I survived my first week of work. Instead, I woke up realizing how much I miss my family and friends. It's crazy how all it takes is a week away to make you really miss the little things (especially with my crazy group of friends). My parents are in Italy right now, but thankfully they set up an international plan so I was still able to call them so they could cheer me up. Any new situation takes time, but this week has been so different from my experience in London. I am here on my own and not with a study abroad group who all go UGA. It just really gets you thinking how a this city can create such a sense of excitement and yet such a sense of loneliness. Here I sit in my apartment surrounded by millions of people, and yet, I know 5. It gives me a rush of adrenaline because I have no idea who I might meet next or what I might see next. But every now and then I realize who I'm missing and what I'm missing back at home. I think this summer will really help me grow and learn new things while appreciating the things I already have or left behind.
I have already learned so much at work. I got to go to my first photoshoot yesterday, and it was amazing! I also almost died in the showroom while trying to move a rolling rack of bridal gowns. The whole rack flipped over and the other intern and I were swimming in a sea of satin and tulle!
I am so ready for tonight and this weekend. Finally, a night out! Then a weekend where I can actually digress from my daily route from work to home. I never realized how much a full time job can really take out of you! My roommates and I come home every night, eat dinner, and are in bed by 11 so we can wake up and do it again. Ahhh.. the real world. But alas (yes...I just used the word 'alas'), the weekend is here, and I can go out and explore everything in this insane city.
I promise, pictures are to come...just have to buy a cord for my camera (something most people would have packed..oops).
All in all, I survived my first week (and loved it), so now let's make sure I survive this weekend!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Temporary Home
New York is my new temporary home, and along with that is coming some major adjustments. I'm so glad I decided to live in the NYU apartment style dorm instead of subletting a real apartment. I love my roommates, and it made it so much easier to meet people which really took the edge off the minor homesickness I was feeling. Its always hard and sad at first when you are away from home, but there are so many perks to being in NY that I didn't have while I was in London, so thats always a plus.
This time around I have my iphone which has been my savior! I've been able to call my family and text my friends whenever I need a touch of home. Also, the map on the phone has kept me from getting lost multiple times because for some reason I was born without a sense of direction. I thought the grid/block system was supposed to be easy to navigate? Another major perk is that I'm in the same time-zone as Georgia which makes my life 1,000X easier.
I am still enjoying my internship. It gets better everyday, as I feel more comfortable there with each day that passes. Everyone that works there is so young and full of life (they always tease me when I say "y'all") . Today while making countless swatch cards of beautiful lace, I was thinking to myself how much I love the bridal fashion and the industry as a whole. It's all so beautiful. It's still fast paced fashion, but not overwhelming. And what other garment exists that every little girl dreams about owning their whole life? It's a piece of a woman's wardrobe they will either dream about until they get the perfect gown or always remember and look back at. This my friends, is the beauty of bridal.
This weekend will be my first weekend in the city, and I cannot wait!!! Finally, I will get to go out and really enjoy all the sights (and bars). I really need to start taking more pictures! I think I have taken 2 so far, which isn't very good considering my final project is to make a scrapbook of my summer. I wish I could just have a personal photographer follow me around all the time so I didn't have to take them myself. Plus, they would definitely turn out better.
Tomorrow is a Black Eyed Peas benefit concert in the park. We don't have tickets but might just go sit in the park and eat dinner and listen from afar. Seems like a good start to what I'm expecting to be a great weekend.
This time around I have my iphone which has been my savior! I've been able to call my family and text my friends whenever I need a touch of home. Also, the map on the phone has kept me from getting lost multiple times because for some reason I was born without a sense of direction. I thought the grid/block system was supposed to be easy to navigate? Another major perk is that I'm in the same time-zone as Georgia which makes my life 1,000X easier.
I am still enjoying my internship. It gets better everyday, as I feel more comfortable there with each day that passes. Everyone that works there is so young and full of life (they always tease me when I say "y'all") . Today while making countless swatch cards of beautiful lace, I was thinking to myself how much I love the bridal fashion and the industry as a whole. It's all so beautiful. It's still fast paced fashion, but not overwhelming. And what other garment exists that every little girl dreams about owning their whole life? It's a piece of a woman's wardrobe they will either dream about until they get the perfect gown or always remember and look back at. This my friends, is the beauty of bridal.
This weekend will be my first weekend in the city, and I cannot wait!!! Finally, I will get to go out and really enjoy all the sights (and bars). I really need to start taking more pictures! I think I have taken 2 so far, which isn't very good considering my final project is to make a scrapbook of my summer. I wish I could just have a personal photographer follow me around all the time so I didn't have to take them myself. Plus, they would definitely turn out better.
Tomorrow is a Black Eyed Peas benefit concert in the park. We don't have tickets but might just go sit in the park and eat dinner and listen from afar. Seems like a good start to what I'm expecting to be a great weekend.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Hummingbird Heartbeat
After months of anticipation, I am finally in New York City. It's so surreal. Last time I was here I was here with someone who was very special to me and for less than a day. This time, I am here alone with big plans to conquer the city. I have a whole summer ahead of me. I can't believe how lucky I am!
I moved in yesterday and met all my roommates. They are great! I am very lucky in the roommate department because that is a factor that could make or break this whole experience. Last night I went out to dinner with a big group of girls from my building at this really cool diner in SoHo. I still haven't fully unpacked. I need about a thousand more hangers and every other little thing I forgot to pack/never thought of in the first place (laundry bag, forks, plates, mirror, etc), but it's a work in progress.
My first day at JLM was today! Of course I wore wedges and now have huge blisters, but that's okay. It's all apart of the experience, right? Plus, there was no way I was going to my first day at work not in heels...let's be real. I met the CEO of the company and all the people who work in the office. Everyone at work is so nice and helpful, which will definitely make for a pleasant experience. They said I would have a lot of different projects to work on while I'm there, which is exciting!
This city is definitely unlike any other. There is so much glamour and yet so much grunge. And above all...so much BLACK! Don't these people own anything with a little color? Yesterday, I wore white pants and looked like a leper. Oh well, guess I'll just have to stand out for the next 8 weeks because this girl definitely isn't wearing black everyday. Not only do New Yorkers love their black clothing, but they also love their chewing gum! What is with all the smacking? Don't they realize no one else wants to hear how good their gum is? To all you gum smackers out there...stop!
I'm already missing my family and friends, but can't wait to make some new friends while I'm here. I fully plan on holding on to this experience and savoring every moment. I really feel like a grown up, and it is so bittersweet. Hopefully this little taste of living in the city will give me a feel of whether or not this is where I want to work and live.
It's a fast paced lifestyle, but I think I can handle it.
Until next time...
I moved in yesterday and met all my roommates. They are great! I am very lucky in the roommate department because that is a factor that could make or break this whole experience. Last night I went out to dinner with a big group of girls from my building at this really cool diner in SoHo. I still haven't fully unpacked. I need about a thousand more hangers and every other little thing I forgot to pack/never thought of in the first place (laundry bag, forks, plates, mirror, etc), but it's a work in progress.
My first day at JLM was today! Of course I wore wedges and now have huge blisters, but that's okay. It's all apart of the experience, right? Plus, there was no way I was going to my first day at work not in heels...let's be real. I met the CEO of the company and all the people who work in the office. Everyone at work is so nice and helpful, which will definitely make for a pleasant experience. They said I would have a lot of different projects to work on while I'm there, which is exciting!
This city is definitely unlike any other. There is so much glamour and yet so much grunge. And above all...so much BLACK! Don't these people own anything with a little color? Yesterday, I wore white pants and looked like a leper. Oh well, guess I'll just have to stand out for the next 8 weeks because this girl definitely isn't wearing black everyday. Not only do New Yorkers love their black clothing, but they also love their chewing gum! What is with all the smacking? Don't they realize no one else wants to hear how good their gum is? To all you gum smackers out there...stop!
I'm already missing my family and friends, but can't wait to make some new friends while I'm here. I fully plan on holding on to this experience and savoring every moment. I really feel like a grown up, and it is so bittersweet. Hopefully this little taste of living in the city will give me a feel of whether or not this is where I want to work and live.
It's a fast paced lifestyle, but I think I can handle it.
Until next time...
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
And the journey begins..
First stop: Philadelphia.
Well here goes nothing...
Before I embark on my adventure to the big city, I made a pit stop in Philly. My mom found it best to save money on air fare, so I flew into Philly 5 days before I need to be in New York. I am staying with my mom's aunt and getting to spend some time with family that I rarely see.
I managed to ward off the tears while saying goodbye to my parents (even though my mom couldn't hold it together, and her glasses started to fog). Then, of course, I had a middle seat on the plane next to a large woman with dread locks down to her butt. Ideal.
After an exhausting day of flying, my aunt and I had to carry my two HUGE suitcases up the stairs. You would be surprised how much a 21-year-old fashion student can fit into two suitcases. It's pretty impressive.
Now I sit in my aunt's little one-bedroom apartment (she is so nice and let me have it to myself, and she is staying with her daughter). It's so quaint and cute. I love it. I'm already starting to feel like a city girl.
I am so fortunate to have such a loving family who will do anything for me and really help me pursue my dream. I mean, first London and now New York? I can't believe it. My family and friends are all so supportive. For example, my dad texted me today after I left. Here is what it said:
"Don't worry u can beat anybody and do anything u set ur mind to. Love u and very proud. Kick their yankee ass, go GRITS!"
...and you wonder why my blog is called GRITS in the City (Girl Raised in the South).
Speaking of this blog, dont worry, my goal is not to update this with every boring detail of every day this summer like what I had to eat for dinner (Tonight I had a buffalo chicken salad...yummy). Yes, there will be some of that, but mostly it will be my thoughts and observations as I embark on another (potentially) life changing summer adventure. So stay tuned and I will update as often as possible.
Like I said before... Here goes nothing.
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