A quick word…

…before I dash off to dinner.

And dinner has inspired this last-minute post.

Come here often? Talk to me!

Are you young?

Working?

In a city?

-or-

Living on your own?

Struggling to make it work?

The 50/50 Theory

I follow @kitsunenoir* on Twitter. On a recent visit to New York City, he tweeted “It’s insane how beautiful everyone in New York is. I think I spend a majority of my time staring at people.”

So, I like nice things

This is half my problem.

Blame my materialism, my gender, my insistence on only using Apple products for my technology needs, but I really like nice things.

I live in NYC, and I’m broke

Ever since I can remember, I wanted to live in New York City.

At the age of twelve, my parents took me to see Cats on Broadway. Since it was the Christmas season, we visited the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. I stood pressed against the concrete divider of the ice rink, propping myself on my elbows to watch the skaters below. The General Electric building stretched to infinity above me. The lights, the people… when you’re twelve, it’s otherworldly.