Friday, October 25, 2013

Bucket List is Here!

Before I leave Boston, there are a few things I should want to need to must do.  Some of them are repeats from my most favorite memories over the last half-decade.  Others are things I've never done - and frankly, have taken for granted since living here.  Either way - here's a list of what my friends have suggested I do.  Tomorrow you'll see the list of what I'll be doing and when - so you can join in!

From my Facebook Post:
Dear Boston Friends - I have a very important request! In 4 weeks, I'm moving 3,000 miles away. But before we worry about that, I'm creating a Bucket List of Boston must-dos! Please comment or send me a private message if you have any ideas to add.  To start off, here are a couple:

1. See the original Dunkin' Donuts in Quincy
2. Play hooky and go hiking in the Middlesex Fells with Hazel Ryerson
3. Go to the Museum of Science and the New England Aquarium
4. A cocktail at the Top of the Hub
5. Chocolate Walking Tour with Casey Walsh
6. [Your turn: fill in the blank!]
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

It's Beginning to Feel Real

Four weeks from now, I'll become a San Franciscan. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to sigh with relief or curl into the fetal position below my desk and whimper. Either way, each day it becomes more real. If you only had four weeks left, what would you do? I've started to create a Bucket List. All of the "must-do" things in Boston and New England before I head west, and most of them associated with one or more of my fun and fantastic friends from Beantown. I'll list more of them as we go forward, but want to set the stage.

I've been in Boston now for five years. Five incredibly fast years. And now that that time is drawing to a close, I have little time to stop and think, much less time to begin regretting what I haven't accomplished in my time here. So rather than feeling any remorse or regret, I am choosing to spend the next four weeks living. Living as much as possible through the memories and moments with special people doing special things in special places. And I will begin to track those moments and memories through a blog and photos. So this is my point of lift-off; this is where I'll keep my diary and follow my heart through the living memories of my friends and last moments in a place I never expected to become so important and beautiful to me.

This is my Beantown-to-San Francisco log and history. Won't you join me for the ride?

Today it all became very real. I submitted my notice to my landlord and thanked them for five years of being an otherwise invisible landlord. They could have easily evicted me for going on the roof where we don't have handrails, or for having raging parties with more than 200 people crammed in our abode. They could have removed us because of the noise, the Friday night music with little Fajardo, or the barking and wailing of Tank. They could have called the police for the heels-and-wigs parties that happened at random - usually in the middle of the night.

 As the bills are changed into the names of my roommates, each step relieves a stress of responsibility and ensures a greater anxiousness, for I'm not only relinquishing my responsibility, I'm also giving up all those things that tie me to this place. These are what make an apartment your home: the people, the bills, the mail, the rent. And one by one, they're being set free from the permanent and otherwise required nature in my life. From now, these people will be in my life because we've mutually agreed to being friends, and not just because we live together or near each other. From here we become real friends, to stand the test of 3,000 miles and an excess of time.

 This is where it starts.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Photos.. Because I don't want to forget.

Photos make me feel alive. Because they bring me back to how I feel. How I felt at an exact moment in time. So here are some photos that make me love my life more and more as I remember the memories..

Part one. More to come. :)

February?

My, how time flies. This year has already been one of greatest consequence; my career is advancing, I'm learning daily, I have an incredible mentor and I'm learning about my friends.

I yearn for more constantly, but what's next? Maybe a land far away. Or yet, beach living. Or maybe culture shock and language immersion?

It's time to really test my skills and strengths. Broaden the horizons of the visions in my head.

Today I sit in a preparatory class for the Mass real estate license exam. It's value is tremendous albeit my professor is a joke. The cronies around me are awesome. We've had beer, pizza, ice cream and an unknown huge quantity of coffee together. I like them.

I'm frustrated with people in general though. With people I think are "friends," and for those who pretend to be. With those I cannot determine a label.

What makes someone really, truly a "friend?"

It's an interesting concept. For starters, I have nearly 3,000 of them on Facebook. Is that an indicator for how many real friends I have? Surely it is.

But even then, what defines a real one?

I have wonderful people in my life. And I earnestly attempt to spend time, communicate, share and enjoy life with those I find most dear.

What happens when they prove you wrong? Or when they surprise you? Or - best yet - when you assume you're tight, only to find that you're really not as close as you think. Or, to top it off, that you introduce some of your most esteemed friends and they start to hang out.

No big deal. Until I'm not invited.

I suppose I shouldn't expect to be included. I don't need them to include me. But seeing them plan and execute a fun weekend without me sort of adds a level of disdain and sadness.

Am I not worth it to them? Am I no fun?

Better yet.. Do I add no value to their new group of friends?

The question prevails: how do our friends assess our value within our subset of social groups?


The slighted feeling will pass - I know these guys love me. Maybe it changes things, maybe not. Maybe it only validates my concurrent review of what's to come in my life. But now I'll be more cautious. I've always been independent and more of a loner. That's because I'll be fine, and my life will move on.

Continue to chase your dreams.. Just be careful not to give up what's important along the way. Trust quickly; you'll get hurt from time to time but will be to your benefit.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

This week begins a new... everything.


There is nothing more beautiful than an autumn morning, with the sun peaking through the gold-turning trees and the sight of your breath in front of your face. The end of the summer comes, and with it, the end of an era.

This week I embark on a new adventure; a new career, a new set of principles and a new sense of accountability and responsibility professionally and personally. Today I set out with higher standards for myself. I set out with higher expectations, performance requirements and even expectations of the people around me.

I'm looking forward to the fall. And the winter. I'm ready for it. It's the season of change, and change is upon us! Go forward and grab life by those invisible horns. For you - and only you - have the ability to choose to make today better than yesterday. Strive harder, reach farther and run faster; only you can be the force for good in your life that guarantees that life, every day, will get better.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

the city that never sleeps

I adore New York. I do. So very much.

When I ran into my good friend Toji in Provincetown over the 4th of July, we made celebratory plans for my birthday in the city. And what a weekend it's turned out to be!

Last night I had a date in Times Square at 10 pm. This was no ordinary date - it was a best friend date that was almost a year overdue! I ran into Snookie Sarah Hurdelbrink and though it had been months, it felt as if it had only been a few days since we saw each other. Sort of like seeing someone every day at work, and then coming back after a long weekend.

It was so good to see her! She is doing incredible things with her life - including moving to New York to work for Teach For America in Brooklyn. She is quite the young lady and I am thrilled for her and her life here.

We went to a local pizza place. You knew it was authentic because of the gruff tone of the waitress (assuming she's probably the owner, too). The pizza was incredible, as expected, but the night was still young (come on! Midnight is early in NYC!). We strolled down 8th Ave to my favorite margarita bar, Arriba Arriba.

"You want the Big Momma or the Hey Daddy size?" The burly, straight-to-the-point bartender shouted across the loud room. Assuming momma was smaller than daddy, I went for the momma. No need for a Cadillac tonight, right? Wrong. My fault for assuming. Our Big Momma margaritas were 36 ounces of frigid bliss.

Two more hours passed by in an instant. We laughed so hard we cried. I almost peed my pants once. That's how you know the friendship runs deep with me. Make me laugh so hard I might pee my pants.

This morning, the sun woke me up around 7:45 am. I swear I thought it was after 10 or 11... But it wasn't even 8.

I rallied, met some friends for coffee and hit the gym. I used an awesome new app (saving it for my next post because I'm so excited) and figured out that I subsequently walked more than 13 miles!

I saw all of my favorite neighborhoods and explored uncharted territory. I haggled in Chinatown, ate lunch in the West Village, window shopped along 5th Ave. I had a latté in a quaint little café in NoHo after spending some quality time in Muji and Uniqlo - my two most favorite Japanese stores - in SoHo. I spent too much in the Apple store on things I shouldn't have to replace.

I saw Central Park, people watched at Shake Shack and enjoyed the gorgeous day outdoors.

Originally, I was going to spend the day at the spa. Instead, I gave myself a gift of excursion and discovery. I saved more than I would have spent, and didn't have to go to Queens.

Now I await Toji ... And we will make a decision on dinner to celebrate my birthday. I'm pumped...I love celebrating any of life's accomplishments. And to me, knowing I've made it to 26, it's definitely worth celebrating!