Have you ever had one of those moments when you realized you would never be in the same place again? That’s it, that’s the last time you’ll ever set foot in this place and you want to make sure you remember it for everything it was?
For me, that’s Mississippi. My padre’s home state and the place where many of my childhood memories took place. Meridian, MS isn’t the nicest place - far from it. It seems the once growing city has been reduced to a small town almost. The southern city where my dad and relatives raised so much hell growing up is a small shadow of the place it used to be.
Touring around Meridian last week, it was like waves of flashbacks over and over again. The Carousel House where I used to ride as long as my Dad would could stand it, the park where I fed the ducks, my Uncle Dewey’s lake in his backyard. All places I haven’t seen since I was so little and I can remember so vividly. Then there’s my Uncle’s real estate office and my Grandaddy’s accounting firm. It’s so crazy to think I’ll never visit them again.
This last trip was emotional for many reasons, but I think it was only sad because I know I no longer have a reason to go there anymore. Growing up is crazy, I’ve only recently started to feel like I’m no longer a kid, which, believe me, is terrifying. So, here’s to you Mississippi, I’ll miss your sweet Southern grace and the stories only a few generations of Sadka’s could make.
What happened to me? I always joked I would be a workaholic but the day has come when it’s no longer a thought but a reality. I remember when rarely was I at the office late or working from home. Instead I was out, at an event or a party, a restaurant or a dinner with friends.
This jump to NYC was exactly what I wanted and now I’ve become that semi-adult I thought I would be. Twenty-seven and constantly checking my email, closing down the office and opening my lap top as soon as I walk in the door. I work in Fashion - not Investment Banking. This kid needs a vacay, like pronto.
Ahh, let’s check the cal shall we? Ohh.. hmm.. work trip, meetings, work trip, more meetings, work, work, work. Ohh let’s not forget someone won’t be making it home for Christmas this year. Maybe in 2014?
This behavior deserves a present…hmm… what shall it be?
Despite my being a busy New Yorker, it makes me sad that I haven’t updated this once gold-mine of a blog in so long. So I am going to make an effort (yes, I’ve said that before) to keep this going. Who knows, maybe my family will call me less if they can read about what I’m doing? Just kidding, Stef.
Anywho, it’s September in New York. A wonderful time of year. The air is crisp but not too cold. People are outside everywhere enjoying the lovely weather before the snowfall comes. And the most exciting part of all? It’s Cat Thompson’s birthday.
Ohh you remember Cat. That twinkle in my eye that lived in Bawston for so long. Well, as fate would have it we have been reunited in one of the greatest cities in the world and tonight is her birthday celebration.
What to wear? Well I’m glad you asked. Day time might be all about the warm tones and layering, but in New York City the nightlife is about black and red and going coatless while we can.
Despite the heat and my recent poverty strike, I’ve been able to mentally escape to a much more glamorous New York circa 1938 by delving into Rules of Civility. This book follows a group of friends through one year and chronicles the dramatic changes 365 days can bring.
Other than making me want to listen to jazz, smoke cigarettes and drink martinis - this book highlights New York landmarks which are still packed to date. If you liked Gatsby you’ll love Rules of Civility. Do yourself a favor and add to your summer reading list now.
Well, just when I thought my party going ways were nearly over I was pulled back into the social ring.
While just a little over a year ago I was filling this blog with details from events around Texas, after the move to the city I found I was always a little too busy or exhausted to attend such parties. However, I was able to drag my tired, old 27 year old body out on a Tuesday night long enough to enjoy the gallery opening of “Enjoy the Experience: Homemade Records 1958-1992" at Milk Studios.
The crowd was certainly colorful and so was the insane collection of album covers that Johan Kugelberg had on display. Some of my faves are above, you have to pay homage to the great state of Texas you know. It was really hard to select the best covers though, you have to see to believe the amazing assortment of music from yesteryear that are showcased (and I’m sure the people watching won’t disappoint either).
After spending the first year of my New York adventure in the East Village, I’ve made the most out west… Well, to the West Village that is.
I am going to miss my first New York home. The East Village is so alive with young people, bars, restaurants - pretty much anything you can think of. I think I had the perfect first apartment, set in between two bakeries which made my home smell like fresh baked bread in the morning and cookies at night.
I’m excited to start my new New York adventure in the West Village. A little bit older, a little bit nicer, who knows what this next year will bring. All I know is that I’m excited to start.
The big day is fast approaching. Of all the weddings I’ve been to, this might be the most emotional yet. I know. Can you imagine me emotional over anything?
The day your big sister gets married is a happy and strange day. You start to realize that things might not be the same anymore. Dear lord, once she has children am I now a third priority? This cannot be. I am thinking I need have a written and signed contract with the two love birds before all is sealed.
In any case, the excitement is building. The once tomboy who you couldn’t pay to put on a dress is now going to walk down the aisle dressed in white. Well madre y padre, at least one of your children is living out your dreams. Did I mention she is already the favorite?