6 posts tagged “new york”

Well, for me it kinda is. 

I've been planning and prepping and waxing and painting and running and lifting and starving and waiting and emailing and scheduling and STARVING and working and not drinking and STARVING and ...  well, you get the idea.

And now it's over.  My big debut on live national TV is now officially over.  :(

The good news is that I had a TON of fun!  It was fun to see the parentals in the audience and have them cheer me on ...  It was great that the camera caught the wink I gave them ....  and it was SUPER that I got to take the swimsuit home with me this time.  Plus, the other 2 girls on the show were cool to chill with before the segment.  AND I got to see Corinne Bailey Rae sing live in the studio -- one of her bandmates shared a hair & makeup room with me prior to the show, too.  Good stuff.

The link for the "swimsuit intervention" is here:  http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=3088110

I hope you guys were able to catch the segment!  Thanks for being so supportive ...  And here's to another chance like this in the near future.  You just never know.

I made it back to Miami in one piece, physically.  The flight home was relatively straightforward, albeit a little turbulent, and amazingly my car is still in good shape despite its parking location this weekend.  All things considered, the trip was a giant success.

So now I'm back at "home" (and I use that term loosely to describe where I live) and getting into my regular routine.  Why is it always so hard?  I wasn't gone for months (a.k.a., maternity leave) and I wasn't even gone for weeks (a.k.a., a REAL vacation), so you'd think that it would be easier for me to return to "normal."  Except - I'm really struggling.  In fact, I seem to having more trouble than I should...  I've lived in Miami for more than a year, I've been in my job officially one year as of yesterday, and the climate down here definitely suits me more so than up north.  So, where's this trouble coming from?

I might be "home" physically, but am I mislabeling my Home?

How do I discern the difference?  How can I determine if I'm "home" versus I'm Home?

There isn't much I can do about the problem right now, given my financial commitments to Miami and the fact that my golden handcuffs exist here.  But it's still an interesting dilemma for me. 

I had better come up with a good explanation sometime soon, too, or my coworkers are going to start asking questions about the tissue pile-up on my desk...

I took a friend's advice today.  (I don't know if he knows that I took his advice, especially considering it was less "advice" and more his own random thought process, but I still followed his lead.)

It feels like home.

I left New York a year ago...  I had lived in the city for 5 years, and I didn't like the person I was becoming.  That's what the city does to you, if you aren't a native.  (Maybe it does the same thing to those who are born in the 5 boroughs, but you don't know any differently - you just are who you are.)  I knew it was time to leave when I started hibernating.  I'm no bear!  I needed to get out.

What is it about this time of day?  I've been straining to get here, and yet I don't feel close enough to the end to feel assured that my work day will, in fact, come to a close.

I might as well take some time now to write down my thoughts, since I likely won't have time later this evening.  It *is* Friday night, after all, and I do live on South Beach.  You never know what action you'll spot down here on a Friday night - or, as I like to call it, "Amateur Night."  I'm a big fan of weekday outings in order to avoid the tourist/childish/amateurish antics of the beach visitors.  We locals like to hit the hotspots when we know the locals will be there.  No importing, no bridge-and-causeway folks (shout-outs to the NYers who understand the reference).  You know how we do it on the island...  We're exclusive.

Not that any of us were actually raised here.  It's kinda like being called an "American" -- very few individuals, mostly those who have been pushed west and are relegated to little plots of land, very few can really say that they're FROM America.  And it wasn't even America then.  That's how NYC is, and that's how Miami Beach is.  Very few beach residents are FROM the beach - most of us grew up elsewhere (probably a large portion up north), and now we're here.  And for some reason we feel entitled to be "exclusive" or whatever that might mean.

Hey - we're still nicer than most New Yorkers.  So we have that going for us.

OK - potty break over.  The boss might think I'm having another "episode" and come find me.  I use this excuse a lot, apparently.