One Year in NYC

On May 28, 2012, my mom and my aunt drove me and a few of my boxes from Wilkes-Barre to NYC. We said goodbye, they got back in the car, and I stayed behind. Andrew took me to dinner, I set up my stuff temporarily in a stranger's spare bedroom on the Upper West Side, and I wondered if I could really get a full-time job out of the minimum wage internship I'd signed on for.

Exactly one year later, here I sit in the apartment Matt and I share on the Upper East Side, in an area we never dreamed we could afford. Sticking out of my computer is a flash drive full of work that I have to get to—manuscripts to copyedit, PDFs to proofread, proposals to review—and on my to-do list, conveniently placed beside the mouse on my right-hand side, is at least one chapter of a young adult book I'm helping a friend develop. None of these words (copyediting, proofreading, proposals, reviews, developing, manuscripts) were part of my vocabulary this time last year.

I have a full-time job; I have a pretty great apartment in an amazing city; I have the most supportive, understanding, and loving family anyone could ever ask for; and I'm in a healthy, long-term relationship with a guy who's really shown his true colors this past year. Respectable, dedicated, loyal, hardworking, sweet, creative, intelligent, and just the right amount of funny—Matt has it all, and I would follow him to the ends of the earth and support him in any decision he made. And, in the past year, I've felt as though he's proven that he would surely do the same for me.

Although the days aren't long enough and the work is beyond stressful, I wouldn't change a single thing about this past year—mostly because I'm doing so many things I always wanted to do, but never had the chance to do in W-B. Aside from all the previously mentioned job-related things, I'm meeting new people and have a handful of new friends with similar interests (interests rarely found in those at home...); I'm expanding my palate and have come to love particular cuisines (although pizza still reigns supreme); I'm more independent than I ever was in the past, and I'm enjoying taking care of myself... and Matt; and I'm finally feeling... settled. And content. (When I'm not stressed out of my mind from work.)

Other big accomplishments this year, in various categories:

• I've acquired almost twenty books. I'm at seventeen or eighteen now.
• I've almost beaten my fear of stepping on and off escalators, though the old rickety ones in Macy's still make my legs shake.
• I'm more comfortable making phone calls and am now about 80 percent certain that people don't laugh at my cluelessness or stumbling words when I hang up.
• I can read a map! And am not as directionly challenged as I was this time last year. Give me a second to figure out where we are, and most of the time I can get us pointed in the right direction.
• I can walk in heels! Little, itty bitty heels. But heels nonetheless. And only in short spurts.
• I've put my candle, lotion, and body spray obsession to bed. I honestly don't think I've bought a single scented item (minus air fresheners and cleaning supplies) since I moved. Though I do graciously accept gifts and donations.
• I'm no longer planning every, single, second of my days. Sure, I use a planner, but I used to be... so bad. So. Bad. And I think I've finally relaxed a bit. I'm not spontaneous, but I've definitely learned how to become available and move things around.
• I can jog 8 minutes without dying! I jogged my first half-mile (and then did another!) on Sunday with my mom and sister and didn't have to stop once. It's a good feeling, considering even five weeks ago, I could barely make it through 1 minute.

May 30 is my one-year anniversary at work; I started as an intern that day. And July 2 is my one-year anniversary as a full-time employee. It's crazy how quickly this year has passed. If you had asked me even two years ago if I thought I (or, we... when Matt is factored in) would ever be living and working in NYC, I would've said "I hope so," but it wouldn't have held much confidence. It was always something I wanted, but never anything I was absolutely certain I would attain. It's also something I never really knew how much I wanted until it actually happened. And now that it has... I couldn't imagine my life without it.

I think it's only (or oddly?) appropriate that on my one-year anniversary of moving to the city that I announce that I signed my first contract today. Matt and I will be compiling a quote book for publication in Spring 2014, in April or May. The book will contain quotes about food, restaurants, cooking, kitchens, and eating and is, in our opinion, our relationship to a T. It'll be a lot of research, but it'll also be a lot of fun, and we're looking forward to putting it together... and then pushing everyone to buy it. ;)

Happy anniversary to me! And hopefully the night ends with either a glass of wine or some ice cream.

And water, of course.

Safari Exteriors, Salivary Stones, and Other Stressors

Finally figured out why my blog is getting about twenty hits a day: SPAM.

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IN OTHER NEWS . . .

Our anniversary, Justin's visit, my trip home to W-B, and Stan's visits were all successful. They kind of went like this:

Wednesday, April 17: Twenty or so courses of wine, beer, and sake followed by a coffee.
Thursday, April 18: A glass of wine, a cocktail, and a coffee.
Wedneday, April 24: Red bull after lunch, giant bowl of Ramen soup for dinner.
Thursday, April 25: Two cocktails, and a coffee.
Friday, April 26: A can or two of soda and a glass or two of wine.
Saturday, April 27: An after-dinner coffee and a glass or two of wine.
Wednesday, May 1: A cocktail and an after-dinner coffee.
Thursday, May 2: Two cocktails and an after-dinner coffee.

Plus a cup of coffee each morning, sometimes one in the afternoon, a few more Red Bulls, a handful of diet sodas, and very, very, very little water following all that wine before bed. (There's a point to this tally, I promise.)

The morning of May 2, I thought the area around my left ear/jaw kind of hurt a bit. It felt a little swollen by the end of the day, and I feared that I was getting one of my beyond stellar ear infections. So I figured I'd give it the weekend and then call my doctor on Monday if it was still bugging me.

But then Friday, May 3, I woke up and my cheek felt like it was the size of a golf ball. Of course, it wasn't that bad. But it squared off my jawline Channing Tatum–style. And it hurt like HELL. I freaked out, naturally. (It was my FACE.) And called my doctor as soon as I got to the office.

Phone call?

(Give my name, my doctor's name, the receptionist asks what's wrong.)
Me: I woke up this morning and my face near my jaw and ear is really swollen and very tender.
Receptionist: Is there any swelling of your sinuses? Runny nose or sore throat? Congestion?
Me: No. No congestion at all. Just this swollen part of my cheek, kind of.
Receptionist: Hold on a second. (She puts the phone down.) She has congestion and swelling in her sinuses. (Picks the phone back up.) The doctor can see you at 1.
Me: Okay, but there's no congestion. My face is just swollen.
Receptionist: Okay, see you at 1.

Uh huh...

So at this point, my face hurts so bad that I can't even open it wide enough to put the spoon from my yogurt in. I try to eat one of those soft Nature Valley granola bars and can't even chew it. So, what do I fill up with? More coffee!

At 1, my doctor scares the shit out of me and says my ears are fine, my teeth look fine (wisdom teeth, a-okay), and my sinuses aren't clogged. She's absolutely stumped and runs out to call an ear, nose, and throat doctor to see if one can squeeze me in. Before I head to a specialist a few blocks away, she says it's nothing in my lymph nodes and assures me that it'll be fine.

But the entire time, I'm thinking... This is my FACE.

So after more paperwork and about a half hour of waiting in the ENT's office, he spends two minutes with me and tells me I have a salivary stone and the fluid leads him to believe that there's a back up of infected saliva in my face. (If you want to see gross, Google "salivary stone" and go to Images.) It's like a kidney stone, all calcified and shit, IN. MY. FACE.

He gives me an antibiotic (three pills, three times a day—no joke) and tells me to also take two Motrin when I take the antibiotics. So... That's fifteen pills a day.

He also tells me this happened because I was severely dehydrated. Gee, I wonder why... (See list above.) The stone could pass on its own, he says, but I need to stay as hydrated as possible.

I have never drank so much water, Gatorade, and Vitamin water in my life. But again. FACE. Not taking any chances.

So I went back for my follow-up today and even though there's a bit of pain, he thinks it passed on its own. Which is lucky. Because he said that to actually pull a stone out, he'd have to enlarge the salivary duct in my mouth and go in and yank it out. Like a loose tooth. Wonderful mental image, no? Don't quite believe me? Google.

I celebrated my recovery with a tall skinny vanilla latte. And immediately followed it with not one, but two, cups of water. I'd like to say I learned my lesson, and I hope that I'll remember to suck down some water after my bedtime glass of wine on the weekends. We'll see, though.

DESPITE ALL THIS DRAMA . . .

5K training continues! I made it through Week 3 with little difficulty (minus the one day the treadmill shut off on me mid-stride and I had to try to figure out how to finish the program) and even spent two nights in the park with Matt, walking/jogging around the reservoir, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

But Week 4 started out as impressive and became disappointing all within twenty minutes. I've never before in my entire life jogged five full minutes without stopping, but I did it on Sunday! But then, when it came time to run the second leg of the program, I just couldn't do it. Maybe it was my sweaty bangs in my eyes, or maybe it was the jelly beans bouncing around in my stomach that I ate as I ran out the door to head to the gym, but I just couldn't do it. And I was so pissed.

But after a little chat with Michele and others, I'm ready to give it another shot tomorrow. And Wednesday and Thursday with Matt, too. I'll get through Week 4 eventually, even if it takes me a week or two to do it.

And I'll drink lots of water before and after my workouts, too. Can't risk any more swollen salivary glands. That shit hurts.

Just Us, Some Food... Oh, and a Small Percentage of NEPA

One of the great many things I like about my job: It always involves books. Reading them, reviewing them, editing them, promoting them. Books, books, books... Tonight, I took home a "confidential" package of information to look through for my publisher about a website that we may/may not support that is eerily similar to GoodReads. I love GoodReads; I still get a bit excited when I get to update my progress on a book or when I see my numbers rise in my yearly challenge. (See right sidebar: I'm kicking ass!) If we end up supporting this site, I get to play a big part in it, so that's pretty exciting for me. It might not be the most important task ever, but it'd be cool. Because I have very lame interests...

Moving on...

Anniversary!

As I mentioned previously, our anniversary was last week. Matt used his "connections" (his wd hostess called Atera's hostess) to get us much-coveted reservations at a really cool restaurant in Tribeca. The atmosphere was pretty awesome and relaxed, but sophisticated, and we looked really snazzy all dressed up. The entire experience was great—definitely one of the more impressive fine-dining experiences we've had (though... nothing has topped Alinea thus far!) and we'd definitely want to go back if the menu changed. The food was phenomenal; I didn't dislike a single thing I tasted. And the wine pairings (and beer and sake!) were perfect. And the music... so reminiscent of my childhood! I kept flashing back to Saturdays at my family's old apartment, music blasting as we cleaned house. Not bad memories at all.

Twenty courses, fourteen glasses of booze, and a really great night. Some of my favorite dishes included (I don't have the menus near me; Matt's keeping them safe for framing) the following:

Squab! (First time I've had it; it was delicious.)

The charcoal-ish looking thing is a beet. And I think that was asparagus and salmon roe.

I don't remember what was inside this, but those green parts are lettuce-flavored ice chips.

Inside: bone marrow, Outside: heart of palm, Everything: DELICIOUS.

Hard-boiled quail eggs. I typically hate hard-boiled eggs, but these were phenomenal. Not my first time for quail.

This was the best dish of the night. That looks like, and tasted like, and smelled like smoked ham... but it's fish. Salmon or tuna. I think salmon, though. It was fantastic. And the little plastic-looking thing on top brought the salty, seafood flavor.

One of the desserts. Loved it. So yummy.

I think the best part of it all was knowing that Matt pulled it all together himself. I shouldn't, after eight years, be singing his praises re: his ability to make plans. But this was truly a big deal for us. We've really grown as a couple this past year, and I think his effort this anniversary really showed that. Other than dinner, we kept it pretty simple: just exchanged cards. He was really sweet the next day, too, when I stayed home from work with a really bad headache...

Luckily, by dinner time, the headache went away and he again pulled some strings and we went to his boss's new restaurant, Alder. And we ate about 85% of the menu, paid for half of it, and were treated really well. They've only been open a few weeks, but everything was really low-key and the food was delicious. It was the first full day we'd spent together since New Years (a day we barely spent together because we were both horribly hung over), so even though most of the day part was spent in bed with a headache, it was still one of the best sick days I could ask for.

Visitors

Our apartment will be a revolving door for a few people from NEPA the next few weeks. My sister visited this past weekend; we walked in Central Park, shopped at Bloomingdales, snacked at Shake Shack, and ordered delivery cupcakes, sipped wine, and watched Pretty Woman. Nothing too crazy; satisfying. First time she's come to NYC alone—and she survived! 

Tomorrow, Matt gets his first visitor since he moved out here (minus one or two day trips from his parents). Chili will be staying with us Wednesday and Thursday, then I'm going home to W-B Friday through Sunday to see my parents and grandparents (and Amy!), and then Stan shows up the following Wednesday and Thursday. It'll be difficult to keep our apartment in one piece (rather than 40,000 little piles), but we've done the mad-rush-Tuesday-night clean in the past and we'll probably do it tonight and next week, as well. Luckily, we don't live like total animals (or college males) so it's never too much cleaning. We're just... not completely unpacked yet. Damn my obsession with lotions, body sprays, and candles... =X

I think we have a lot of eating out planned for these next two weeks (Matt wants to show off his favorite stops), so I think we'll be in and out of restaurants and bars... and perhaps even Yankee Stadium, if time and weather permits. Should be an interesting and exhausting couple of weeks.

The gym!

Sales conference totally kicked my butt a few weeks ago. (I stress ate like whoa.) But now things are slowly getting back to normal. In addition to trying to diet (... again ...), I also started training for a 5k! Not that I will ever participate in one, but I think learning to run the right way and adding running to my elliptical sessions and weight lifting will hopefully get me some of the results I'm looking for. Plus, it'd be really cool to run in the park with Matt on his nights off. He can go for a while; I can barely run more than a minute and a half right now. But! I can do that minute and a half every other minute without crumpling over and dying so... progress!

We'll see how long this lasts. I downloaded an app for it, have been consulting Michele (who is running her first 5k on Sunday!!), and need to dedicate three days a week if I want to stay on track. I'm fully expecting a few set backs, especially with all these visitors and work and what not, but it'll be cool if I actually see some progress in the coming weeks. My main goal is to be able to run around the reservoir in the park with Matt without stopping. That's a bit over 2 miles, which is less than a 5k, so if I can do that, then I'll be happy. Wish me luck!

Love!

He's so handsome. <3

Why April Is My Third-Favorite Month of the Year

I have absolutely no idea what happened yesterday, but for whatever reason, this blog had twenty-one views. What gives, guys? That's really weird. I'm not all that interesting, and haven't been posting recently, so... weird.

And while we're on the subject, if you want to know something, just ask... ;]

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In other news, it's April! Which means we've got some pretty exciting stuff coming up:

• Game of Thrones is back! Matt and I really got into this show last year and it's something we continue watching today. However, we can never watch the original showing on Sunday nights, so if you want to talk to me about this, wait until Thursday morning! Wednesday night is GOT night in this household.
• Today, I sent the first fourteen chapters of Sara's YA novel to a handful of beta readers. Hopefully they'll be able to help us out, point out some weak spots, and then we'll be on our way to the second half. I've really enjoyed helping Sara develop her manuscript and the experience is really making me want to start writing creatively on my own. Perhaps when I finish with her book, I'll use the time I'm spending on it now for my own writing. Perhaps.
• The first novel I edited will be released on Tuesday. I'll be the first to admit that it's not the greatest book in the world, and the process was more than a little frustrating, but at least I got my hands on a novel in my first few months of employment, which is hopefully a sign of what's to come! (I have one in Fall 2013 and one in Winter 2014 already.)
• Our sales conference for the fall season is next Wednesday and I'm presenting six of the books I acquired. One of my books is actually a lead book for the fall and there's already been some interest in advanced copies and reviews in a few magazines. This is exciting, but I'm so focused on how nervous I am that I can't seem to feel the excitement. The conference itself will be kind of boring, but I'll be so anxious that I think boredom will be the farthest thing from my mind. I hate public speaking and I don't think I ever saw myself having to do it while being employed in this industry. I suppose I understand why we, as editors, do it... but I'd much rather sit out in the crowd, sip coffee, and listen to people talk about the books than have to actually open my mouth and speak into a microphone. It's my preference. But I know what I want to do and what I should do and I understand that sometimes those two things aren't necessarily the same thing...
• Our eight-year anniversary is the 17th! Matt's made secret dinner reservations that he won't tell me about, but I bought a new dress last night anyway because I have a feeling it's somewhere nice. He's already talking about maybe framing a new menu, and if we're framing another menu, that means the menu is from somewhere he's probably always wanted to go. And if you know Matt, you know that means Michelin-rated and sophisticated. (Which totally calls for a new dress!)
• Funny story: Matt's been saying that he wants to get a massage really bad. He's always sore from standing fourteen or fifteen hours a day, and that's totally understandable. We've been discussing possibly getting a couple's massage on and off for a while now, but we always decide not to do it because it's too expensive. So this weekend, I get an Amazon Local 60% off deal for a couple's massage and I bought it for us as an anniversary gift. He comes home that night and I'm really excited to tell him I bought us a massage. So I say, "Want to know what I got us for our anniversary?" and he says sure, so I say, "A couple's massage!" And his eyes narrow and he says, "You would do that, wouldn't you." In an act that is totally un-Matt-like, he went ahead and bought us a couple's massage, as well, at a different salon and through a different site (and not 60% off!) a week earlier. So... we bought each other the same exact gift for our anniversary. Yep. At least I know we're kind of on the same page...
• Kerri's visiting! If all goes as planned, my little sister will be here the 19th through the 21st. And I am very, very excited about this. In our area now, there's so much to do and see and I'm really excited to walk her around and show her everything. She hasn't visited by herself yet (and my brother hasn't visited at all! WTF >:[ I've almost been out here a year, Jeff!) and I think we're going to have a lot of fun. Hopefully the weather holds up and we won't be rushing from store to store, dodging puddles or ridiculously oblivious New Yorkers who don't know how to walk and hold umbrellas at the same time!
• I'm going home to the W-B! The last weekend in April, I plan on spending some time with my grandparents and meeting up with Amy and her other bridesmaids to discuss wedding plans and what not. Not quite sure what else this short visit has in store, but I'm really excited about seeing my grandparents. I haven't been home since... January? I think? So it's time.

I think that's about it... Should be a busy month! But, really, when am I not busy?

Must find time for naps.

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Oh, and February is my favorite month because it's my birth month! (Duh.) And I enjoy October, too. Love the weather, love the colors, love the relaxation that October usually brings.

Ramblings.

Well, Spring is supposedly here. But... I don't see or feel it. I'm pretty sure February was warmer than March, and that's pretty sucky. And since it's been so cold and rainy lately, of course I've managed to get sick. Luckily, not the... flu-like illness that plagued the office earlier this month... but the typical sore throat/sneezing that seems to hit me every few months. But it's not so bad. It's an excuse to sleep all day and not clean...

But it's not an excuse to skip the gym! I think I'm finally falling back into a rhythm, and Andrew's going with me every now and then so it's nice to have some company even though we don't really talk when we're there. I'm only up to about 30 minutes of cardio, but I plan on increasing that soon. Still trying to figure out the best times of the night to go so that I have access to all the machines I want. Friday nights are golden, I know that for certain. I have a wedding to attend this November, and then I need to give my dress size to Amy by January for her wedding in October, so that's definitely extra motivation to get back into this and do what I can to get healthy.

Unfortunately, Matt can't really join me on this fitness journey because his schedule just doesn't allow it (or much of anything else...). We've been trying to go for walks in the park on his days off, but it's typically raining or snowing or dark or 20° by the time I get home from work, so that's only happened... once... so far. I think his schedule is still our biggest hurdle; we really don't see each other a lot. It's like I live alone sometimes. But I think I'm getting used to it. Not sure if that's good or bad, though.

I wish I had something exciting to write about, but things have been pretty chill lately. No real updates on our place; we're not not 100 percent unpacked, but I may have sold my dining room table. (I'm not sure; the buyer is really handling this all in a weird way.) So if that's the case, we'll get a few corners back and might be able to finally use our spare room. Uhm... what else? Work is fine; I'm back on track and feel good about most of the work I'm doing. I was able to get copies of a few books in which the authors acknowledged my work inside, so that's pretty cool.

Hm... Easter's coming up. Not going home because we don't get time off for the holiday, so it'd just be too difficult. Unfortunately, Matt doesn't have the day off, so... It'll just be a lazy Sunday for me, I think. I'll make a salad, do some work, take a nap, and then it'll be Monday and I can pretend I didn't spend the holiday alone. Easter was never a big deal for me, so I'm honestly not too concerned about it. I'm just sometimes bothered by the idea that my family is getting together without me while I sit here by myself. But, I'll manage.

Oh! Our eighth anniversary is coming up in April, too. Matt says he has everything figured out/planned, but I don't know what that means and he won't give me any hints. I don't know if there are reservations in store, or if he plans on cooking something here. I don't know if I need to dress up? And if so, if I have to run out and get something new... I said no gifts this year because we're trying to budget, but he just kind of gave me this look so... I'm not sure what's going on. Trying not to get too excited about it, though, because he's human, as am I, and we both occasionally drop the ball. Looking forward to seeing what he does... It's been a crazy year and we've done quite a few things in the last year that we weren't totally planning so we should definitely celebrate. We just can't afford to really break the bank at this point in time. So, we'll see what happens.

Just kind of wrote this to keep myself awake, as I'm pretty comfy on my couch right now and still have two and a half hours until gym time... I could keep going, but it'd be about a whole lot of nothing. Maybe someday soon I'll have a real story to tell!

While I Was Out...

 
I honestly have no idea where I left off, what I've covered, what I haven't... My bad... Things have been pretty busy.
 

MOVING

Mid-January to early February contained the most hectic weeks of my life I think—topping, even, the move to NYC, which happened gradually and calmly, even though I only had a few weeks to do it all. Moving within NYC, though... Totally different story.

But, that's almost all behind us now. We're 75 to 80 percent unpacked, depending on whether you ask me or Matt. While it's true that we only have three or four boxes left to unpack, we still have so much furniture all over the place (anyone want to buy a pub table or a papasan?) and so many random things to put away/hang/store/throw out, etc. Really no idea when we're going to get around to finishing up, especially since neither of us ever makes much progress on our own (he likes to sleep on his days off; I rarely have days off) and we have like, no time together. But we'll figure it out. Everything's functional for now. When it's tidier, I'll have photos. Until then, check out the empty apartment photos and visualize furniture!

WORK

In the meantime, things at work are finally back to normal. I had a few rough weeks during the move in which I struggled to get to work on time and was just kind of falling behind because of constant phone calls with the real estate agent and picking up the keys from the landlord and signing papers and packing and just... everything piling up. But now, that's all behind me and I've been getting to work not even on time, but early some days! Which, if you know me, is... odd.

Wrapping up spring books a bit early, starting on fall books soon (many of which I acquired myself!), and then looking ahead to winter and spring 2014 and attempting to acquire a few more. I went to lunch with our editor-at-large this afternoon and we had a good time, eating sushi and talking about the acqusitions process. It's definitely something I enjoy and definitely something I want to do more and more of as time passes.

I also received an email from an author today that ended with the following paragraph:

"I can't imagine doing what you do. And you do it so well BTW. You are a saint. A goddess of the publishing world. I'd go nutz dealing with ne'er do wells like me everyday...."

I made sure our director saw this, and we joked about getting me a plaque. Then he dubbed himself a publishing god. Today was a good, amusing day. The office was very... lax. Everyone was joking around, there wasn't a ton of stress. It was almost better than last Thursday, when our publisher treated the entire office to a cupcake and coffee fieldtrip. (I kid you not.)

MATT

Matt works... and works... and works. He has his first social engagement (for lack of better words.. man-date?) that doesn't involve me (or drinks at 2 a.m. after work) on Thursday and is pretty excited about it. They're going to a show downtown that I'm not even the slightest bit interested in, so I'm glad he found someone else to go with! However, I'll have to go if the friend backs out. So... let's hope that doesn't happen.

Like I said, we don't see each other a lot, but it's working. He's hoping to move up to the main kitchen (there are three: main, prep, and pastry) soon, which will also come with the opportunity to create an amuse-bouche (one bite dishes) or two for the menu. He's constantly talking about flavor combinations and this and that, so I'm pretty sure that means he's excited about it. And I would be, too. I think, in SAT speak, his amuse-bouche is to an acquisiton in my world. Maybe. Might even be more exciting than that.

GYM!

I'm back to the gym! And for real this time. The new gym is three blocks away and is wonderful. It's definitely no Planet Fitness, that's for sure. And I'm barely paying more than I was paying at PF. The members don't remind me of convicts—and they don't look at me like I'm a drumstick, either. The machines are new and clean, the locker room is really pretty and has a steam room, and there are two or three classrooms. The classes are included in the membership, and I really think I want to try a spin class eventually. Not right now, though, because I don't think I could handle it just yet.

You can actually tour my new gym on Google+! Check it out if you're interested/jealous/curious/nosy: click! (No judgment here. I'd do it if I was reading your blog.)

Going to try to get back into at least three days a week, at least an hour each day (cardio + strength) to start. Eventually work my way up to 1.5 to 2 hours, like I used to, depending on the day and how much work awaits me at home. One of the good things about Matt's schedule is that I don't have to worry about rushing home to hang out with him because he's not here. Which gives me tons of time to work on myself. Which is healthy and necessary and nice.

OTHER STUFFS

Spending tons of time reading (mostly on the train) and enjoying every second of it. Totally in the right profession; no doubt about it.

Also spending a bit of time working creatively, as I'm finally getting around to helping Sara out with her YA novel. We're about five chapters in now (hitting Chapter Five right after I post this) and I think it's looking good! We'll be looking for Beta readers soon, so if anyone's interested/curious, chat me and we'll set something up.

I can't really think if there's anything else going on. Trying not to spend a lot of money, so there hasn't been much social stuff, other than spending every single weekend with Andrew, my BFFL! ;) I'm trying to challenge myself to spend no more than $50 a week on my own stuff (non-apartment essentials/food). So far, haven't spent a single dollar Monday or Tuesday, so we're off to a good start! (This challenge started Monday, ps.)

Don't think there's really much else... Found out recently that four or five people from high school are out here, too! So we're going to try to plan a night for drinks when everyone's settled. Should be fun!

Moving Day... The Last One for a Long Time. I Hope.

And the stress continues... but at least the "moving" part of "moving" is over.

Speaking of the "moving" part of "moving," the actual process was a nightmare. And it ended up costing us a little more than double what we originally expected which... just made the nightmare even worse, of course. What we were originally told would take four hours actually took seven and a half. And at the end of those seven and a half hours, we were left with my giant couch in the hallway. They were able to get it up five flights of stairs, but just couldn't get it through the front door.

So we called a man known as The Couch Doctor. It was about 5:30 when we made the call. And by 7:00, an old hispanic man had the couch in pieces and in the apartment. Not kidding—

This is the top half of the couch. I didn't want to be a creep and snap a bunch of pictures while they worked, so this is the only proof I have. But less than 45 minutes later, the entire couch was put back in one piece without any issues and they walked away with a pocket full of cash we did not plan on spending when we woke up that morning.

Now, we're unpacking. Or at least, trying to. Clothes are in the closet (which conveniently has two bars to hang clothes on and a few built-in shelves that make me happy) and a few glasses are in the cupboard, but we can't really get to those cabinets because the kitchen is only half unpacked. As is every other room in the apartment, as you may witness in these photos:

First room off the kitchen.

 

Half of the living room. Yes, I have watched nothing but The Office for a week now.

Part of the bedroom. So much work to do.

The other end of the bedroom. Just looking at it gives me a headache...

I didn't get as much unpacking done this weekend as I wanted to because—not gonna lie—I spent a lot of the weekend catching up on the sleep I missed while packing all last week. And I went into work because catalog season is starting and I just wanted to try to get a little bit ahead before I fell completely behind. Siiighhh.

Everything is piling up right now with work/home, headaches are constant, and sleep is still lacking. But at least everything's where it needs to be at the moment. Everything's under one roof... Speaking of roof, we haven't been up to ours yet (nor do we know if we're allowed to) but hopefully the view is decent. I'm a huge fan of the view from the stoop: I can see The Gap!

Kind of distracted right now and my head hurts. Hoping to use this week to get back on track with work (no more leaving early to see places, taking lunches to sign leases, etc.) and get this apartment organized a bit. We need to buy a drill so we can hang some shelves and get some stuff off the ground. And we need to buy a coat rack so we can hang half of our million hoodies. And I'd love to set up the desk so I don't get too used to working in the living room... again.

Oh, and having a cable box would be good, too. Considering I missed the Super Bowl tonight. When the Time Warner guy came, he took the wrong box back with him. Good thing for Netflix!

Hello, from our new place:

And our new pets: