My blog turns 10 years old tomorrow! There are very few things I’ve managed to stick with for whole decade, but hey, this is one of them! Today I’m sharing my top 10 favorite posts I’ve ever written. It was madness slaughtering 850 posts down to ten but I (almost) did it!
Not surprisingly, they’re mostly personal posts. I can remember vivid moments about the writing process with some of them, others marked significant blog milestones.
Wednesday May 23rd is the official 10 year anniversary of starting this blog. It’s an exciting milestone that few bloggers achieve! I’m going to go BIG and spend the whole week unabashedly celebrating. Especially because four days after my 10 Year Blog Anniversary, I celebrate my 10 Year New York Anniversary! My very first blog post was titled “Four Days” for this reason.
I hope you’ll have fun celebrating with me! As always, this blog would be nothing without you here to read it!
Let’s kick off the 10 YEARS celebration with a popularity contest:
Originally posted in May 2008. This is the very first blog post I ever wrote upon moving to NYC ten years ago! It was a crazy cinematic start to New York dating.
I’m sitting on a bench in Central Park reading Shopgirl. The story differs from your typical chick lit novella in that it is written by a man, Steve Martin to be exact. It is written in a refreshing 2nd person style. I’m enjoying it. Engrossed in my reading, semi-sickly relating to the protagonist and wondering what the comments on my own life would be were they reported in this way. Suddenly I’m approached.
“Can I talk to you about something?”
Having just been questioned by a father and daughter as to where one can find boats, (my answer: nooo idea, but I felt sillily cool that I look like someone who would know) I look up expecting a tourist: “Where’s the MET?” Or a bum: “Gimmie a quarter.” Or a creeper: “Buy a Rolex from the side of my trench coat.”
None of the above.
He’s a guy in his 20s. Cute, slim but not scrawny, scruffy brown hair, with a small pimple near his nose which for some reason I find strangely endearing.
“If you’re trying to sell me something, I’m not going to buy it.” I say.Read More
I’d call the Lower East Side one of Manhattan’s hottest neighborhoods. It’s got a 5 o’clock shadow, motorcycle jacket, moody musician vibes. Complete with sexy tattoos.
Lower east Side Street Art
The Hotel Chantelle features a night club that has large lines to get in on weekend nights. At least the doors of the venue feature sweet Bradley Theodore street art, to keep you entertained while you wait! Read More
Every Friday I feature some fleeting moments from my week that made me stop and think, “I’m so lucky to live in NYC!” And maybe some that made me think, “Bahaha this city is ridiculous and I love it.” Here we go for this week gray, no-sunshine week of May…
Walking to my friend Beth’s annual Mother’s Day brunch in Kensington, Brooklyn. This neighborhood has beautiful houses with lovely gardens in front of them. Beth’s been inviting friends over for pancakes and mimosas every Mother’s Day since her mom died, making the day a fun tradition rather than a day to feel like shit. I couldn’t be with my mom for much easier reasons- she lives in California. Read More
I don’t want to write a blog post right now. My bed is beckoning, I didn’t get enough sleep last night, I have an interview tomorrow, and my room is such a mess it looks like it was ransacked by bandits. I’ve got 99 excuses but I’m still writing this post. Because this is what I do. Every single day. For almost seven months.
Wow. It’s still hard to believe. I never had time for daily blogging! I absolutely don’t have time for it right now! Yet here we are.
Thoughts on Daily Blogging Now That I’ve Done It For Over 200 Posts!Read More
It took me 10 years of living in NYC to buy a New York pretzel.
Seriously, this is the first pretzel I EVER bought from a street vendor! Can I call myself a real New Yorker now? It was an exciting milestone. I couldn’t contain my glee. I even got a thumbs up from the guy who sold it to me.
These massive hunks of carbs are icons of New York street food. They are traditionally served with mustard and salt.