My love for you will never fade. While it goes without saying, you were a great lover and your beauty will forever be carved in my mind. Your enchantment. Your excitement. Your incomparable energy. I will always remember.
New York, please know I’m leaving a better person than when we first met. And that’s because of you. You challenged me, on a daily basis. You taught me how to be daring. How to take risks. How to not settle. You empowered me. Because of you, I am more confident. I am more courageous. I am fearless. I am on my way to becoming the person I’ve always wanted to be.
Well, last Friday was a major milestone for me. It marked my last day at Kate Spade.
I remember walking into the office that morning with a bit of a pit in my stomach. So many “last moments” flooding my mind. The last time walking through the office doors. The last time swiping in. The last day at my very own desk. The last day catching up on the night before with my team. Ah, you get the idea. To describe these moments as bittersweet would be an extreme understatement.
Well, as you can see from the title of the post, we’re moving!! I’ve kept this secret bottled up inside for way too long, so you have no idea how good it feels to share it all with you. Ah! I seriously feel like I’ve floated to cloud nine now that the cat’s out of the bag.
Not too many days ago, my mom flew to visit us here in New York. Just as with any other visit she’s made, it’s hard to believe this one has already come and gone. Oh, but what a fun four days we had together though. We made sure not to make any plans for the weekend prior to her arrival, as we both knew no agenda meant absolutely no rushing. Looking back, that was the best decision. Four days spent in total relaxation catching up was exactly what the two of us needed.
The last couple of days have been a bit dreary here in NYC, weather wise. Lots of winter winds and rain. Lots of rain. Despite the fact the clouds decided to cry extra hard the one afternoon I forgot an umbrella, I somehow managed to snap the image above of the Flatiron Building looking extra magical.
If there is one thing I’ve become while living in New York City, it is a brunchaholic. I admit it, I’m a “brunchie.” From mountain-high stacks of pancakes, to bottomless mimosas and endless drips of coffee, my tastebuds can’t seem to get enough. Please don’t judge. You’d think after a while, hot plates of french toast would suddenly start tasting the same. But they don’t. Because, well, this is NYC, aka a foodie’s paradise.