I started blogging here at the age of 16 with the intent of keeping up with friends when I moved away for the year. It has been nearly 9 years and my life is vastly different. I am no longer the angry teenage girl being pulled by the undertow without a life vest. Perhaps it is time to close this chapter of my xanga life and start anew. My life is abundant with adventure, dreams, ideas, friends, family and positivity. It may be time to make a new account and say goodbye to the angry 16 year old version of me...stay tuned!
Christmas in New York is quite the experience. It is my favorite time to wander the city taking in the decor, the aroma wafting from the roasted nut carts, Christmas carols and people all makng a mad dash to gift shop. I love every second. My niece is 4 and has yet to experience any of my favorite holiday past times. This is the first year I can take her to see the giant tree, walk around central park, feast her eyes on her beloved dinosaurs in the museum of natural history, play the floor piano in FAO schwartz and eat every sweet we come across.
I still have never seen the Rockettes in all the time Ive lived here; that will have to change soon. Its odd considering my Big (great) Grandma was a Rockette. When I was a kid my parents were King and Queen of free fun holiday adventures. We would all huddle into my Mom's Monte Carlo, put the couch cushions in the back seat with bundles of blankets and thermos' of hot chocolate, driving around the most decorated neighborhoods telling old stories or singing carols off key. Some nights Mom would make a huge bowl of popcorn and put on Rudolph laughing at my siblings and I while we made forts with every chair in the house and late at night if we couldnt sleep my Dad would sneak us Christmas cookies. My Mamam (Grandmother) lived 12 steps away from us on the bottom half of the house. We would "help" set up the tree or the nativity set, all the while she would rattle off the stories and history behind each ornament as we hung them.
Things are a bit different these days, half of my siblings and I have grown up, my family now lives over 1000 miles away and my Grandmother has since passed on. My grandfather understandably has not been in the mood to celebrate holidays so I only decorate my bedroom. I have to make new traditions. Im starting this year with Izzy on the small bit of time I have her with me. I want to show her how happy it can make you feel when you get someone a gift, hand made or store bought. I want to make hot chocolate and forts, sing off key and explore my favorite city spots. Maybe we can bundle up and see people's decorations or go hiking. I know she would love the all night Toys R' Us in the city, if only because of the big t-rex. There is no better time than the present, I may as well start this week.
I have come to the conclusion...I am ready to date. How does this meeting people thing happen?
My friend Kelly was talking about Christmas this year. Somehow it slipped my mind how fast the holidays are approaching. In all honesty I think I've just been avoiding the subject. The last Thanksgiving, Christmas or New Years I spent with my family was 5 years ago. I usually eat something with my grandpa and that is the extent of the holidays. Last year we had a girls only New Years get together. It was a good start to the year. This year it looks like I have to go it alone. One friend is gone from the group. The rest of the girls now have their families or have gotten into serious relationships, planning weddings or having children of their own. I have a good happy life but I do miss having family around for the holidays and I will miss having people to spend New Years with. Theres always next year?
Today was a day of adventure. Over the last year(16 months actually) Ive gone to the city by myself, hiked trails alone, or gone to see movies by myself. I have an incredible group of friends, our schedules however never mix and I am the type of person to wake up and out of nowhere decide I HAVE to go to central park, or hike a trail, or just find an adventure. With school or work ruling my life until the spring it makes getting a partner in crime almost impossible on the few times I have off. I went to central park today but I actually had a friend to walk with this time. I havent seen him in over 7 years but it was so much fun catching up. We arent those high school kids sitting in the wings of a theatre talking about Pink Floyd anymore. There were some firsts, seeing dancers jump over human beings and going in a rowboat(something Ive wanted to do forever but lacked the company) and finding yet one more person who has either read my favorite books(not that anyone will summarize this awful 1000 pages) or watched Merlin. Its nice to have some of my friends know what I am talking about instead of staring at me as if I have 9 heads. I hope there are more adventures like this in the future