These days, everything feels new — new home, new work, new city. I can’t lie, it has been overwhelming to learn transit systems, conference rooms, nearby markets, running routes, microclimates, apartment furnishings, and many, many faces and names. It felt like an outer body experience the first couple weeks after the move, like I was watching a stranger in my body stumbling, grasping to find some semblance of routine and normalcy.
As with everything, time has helped, and I’m starting to feel more myself, and not having to abuse Google maps nearly as much or ask a ton of mundane questions. I’ve been lucky though to have some patient guides around me, and to have secured a cozy apartment in a lovely neighborhood; join the team at a preeminent modern and contemporary art museum; and live in beautiful, vibrant city.
I’ve been discovering delicious neighborhood eats, like this marvelous Old Fashioned from Bob’s Donut & Pastry Shop — learned to bring cash when I have a craving and that I can get my donut fix 24 hours — thanks, Bob!
Fresh flowers from the charming market Cheese Plus, one of the best cheese purveyors in the city, and a great place to find charcuterie, chocolate, oils, ice cream, and other fine, artisan goods, and of course, a fantastic sandwich.
Enjoyed this prosciutto and mozzarella number with fresh tomato soup on a recent rainy day.
And the views — they certainly help to get me back outside and running, especially after a few rainy days.
“When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties it seems desperately eternal and excruciatingly painful. Whereas as you grow older you realise that most things are excruciatingly painful and that is the human condition. Most of us continue to survive because we’re convinced that somewhere along the line, with grit and determination and perseverance, we will end up in some magical union with somebody. It’s a fallacy, of course, but it’s a form of religion. You have to believe. There is a light that never goes out and it’s called hope.”—