Lost in NYC

Lost in NYC

I was reminded recently by a friend that I haven't blogged much lately - a fact that hasn't been lost on me and I've actually felt pretty guilty about it. I hate that I've neglected my little space here after putting so much energy and effort into it (Sorry Liz Gilbert). The thing is - living and working in NYC leaves me feeling pretty depleted - in both a good and bad way. There are days where I drag myself home after a 15 hour day and I'm so stupidly tired that all I want to do is spend the few hours before bedtime tucked under my husband's arm on the sofa. The other days, we're living the hell out of our NYC life and I don't want to be in front of my laptop when I could be out having fun IRL.

I'm like that friend that we’ve all had or (gulp) been who’s off having a wonderful love affair and disappears for weeks and weeks and then floats back into your life with shiny eyes, rumpled hair and a please-don’t-ask smile.

The one thing I have been doing is taking bucket loads of photos (so many photos) because while the words have been struggling to come I want to capture everything - when (if?) this crazy NYC adventure of ours ends I want tangible evidence of our memories to remember, to be able to look back at them and remind me that it was real.

I want to be reminded me of that afternoon I skipped out of work early; the afternoon sun shining just so and as I sat in my favourite West Village bar my heart felt overwhelmingly happy, content, full. I don’t want to forget that night we walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge barely able to catch our breath as the freezing wind roared around us; we should have been miserable with our scarves wound up high on our faces but our crinkled eyes betrayed our hidden smiles. I want to remember all the nights and all the days, full of the ordinary and not-so-ordinary things and people and places that we have encountered here. It’s been such a wild ride.

So like that disappearing loved up friend, I’m here but just a little distracted - but, BUT I promise to try and do better. It may be in the form of a line or two or a page full of photos but I will try my hardest to be a better friend.

Pinky swear.

 

Little Letters [1]

Little Letters [1]

NYC [March 2017]

NYC [March 2017]