The (730 Day) New Yorker

Goodbye San Francisco, hello New York City.

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Hometown Bar-B-Que, Brooklyn.

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Don’t tell anyone, but I sort of miss the snow.

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Also, hello overcast long weekend.

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Attempting to revive this blog in 3... 2... 1...

(One photo at a time.)

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I can see the end of the relationship I’m not even in.

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I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, “Hi.” They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.

Augusten Burroughs (via imnotinittowinit)

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I like who I’ve become since moving to New York City.

Things I do now that I didn’t do in San Francisco:

routinely go to the gym

explore things on my own

spend a day at the park

cook

eat healthier

attend events I’m interested in, instead of just wanting to attend

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Things I should stop doing

online shopping right before bedtime

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Coney Island. My new favorite part of New York.

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For however inhospitable the wind, from this vantage point Manhattan was simply so improbable, so wonderful, so obviously full of promise - that you wanted to approach it for the rest of your life without ever quite arriving.

Amor Towles, Rules of Civility (via imnotinittowinit)

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Getting drinks with people from home made me remember how to be nice. Like, California nice. Like, offer your seat to a disabled person nice. Not this bullshit "New York" nice where you hold a door open for a girl, but you complain about delays when someone dies on the subway.

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I can see the end of this...  relationship - this, whatever it is - and it isn’t good. It won’t end well. That’s crystal clear to me. He isn’t what I need, and he isn’t what I want.

Yet I’m falling for him as fast as a runaway train.

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Hitting replay so hard.