Carrie Bradshaw said it best.
“Every year the women of New York leave the past behind and look forward to the future. This is known as New York Fashion Week.”
I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.
I’m a little late this month. I know, I’m sorry. My eyes are literally burning. My elbows hurt from spending more time at the computer than not between the xoNecole launch, my Levo pieces and the day job.
I love it.
But I hate that I perform my best under stress and pressure. I hate that I need a million things to feel focused enough to excel at the three I want to do the most.
How will I ever be a healthy functioning grown *ss woman if I have to constantly have my hand in so many things?
Writing about what I wore on the 6 train is only half of the adventure. This is Off the 6, a series where I document what happens when I get off the train and explore New York.
Despite the idea of this new series—that I explore New York, courtesy wherever the of the 6 train takes me—most weekends, I am completely fine exploring the Upper East Side.
It’s full of little gems up and down the side streets. City charm minus the crowds.