There have been some great moments in this embryonic year, the most vivid of which was in the West Village, taking part in that New York ritual of Sunday brunch: tea, pain au chocolat, and the New York Times Book Review section. Curling up on my bed with Erin, watching an SVU marathon and reflecting on four years (and counting) worth of friendship ( Read more... )

Today is the anniversary of my name.  Would a better word be birthday?  One year since a mikveh in the Dead Sea.  Did I come out purer? Can salt stay in your skin forever?  Lilit means night.  I recall blessings: words about dawn and revelation.  Somewhere in this borough is peace, I know.  Kathryn and Brennan believe that I can do anything.  It's ( Read more... )

Year in review survey. 
 ( This was good for my soul. )

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I love all the songs that I sing in my head as I walk around the city.  Kathryn and I went to see the Macy's Parade balloons get blown up.  The Upper West side in autumn, hot cocoa, a new friend.  "My life isn't glamorous just because I live in New York," I insist on the phone to ( Read more... )

No one said it would be easy, but no one said it'd be this hard.- Since my beloved mmb2 quoted Sheryl Crow in her last entry, I couldn't help but follow suit.

It's my first autumn north of the Mason-Dixon line.  Eight degrees above freezing today.  I have two coats, a pair of gloves, and a pink scarf that my Melanie made me.  I keep thinking of the ( Read more... )

It is autumn in New York, gold, crimson, sea breezes that blow right through my warm coat. When I go back to Raleigh for Thanksgiving, I will get my extra-warm coat, the black and white one I bought from the crazy lady on Tate Street who I understand has closed up shop since I left town.

I am keeping so many secrets from you. Here is one now: I ( Read more... )

Last night keldan stayed at my apartment on his way back from Vermont.  There is something exhilarating about an old friend in a new city: we told "remember whens" and ate pierogies and had kosher dogs in the middle of Times Square.  I love re-seeing something through the eyes of a first-timer.  It is how I kept from being jaded in Greensboro.  All of a ( Read more... )

I found Greensboro in Brooklyn yesterday.  I was wandering Williamsburg, the closest B'klyn neighborhood to Manhattan, after my yoga class there.  It is very much like downtown Greensboro, with dirty industrial buildings slowly being renovated into hole-in-the-wall diners and indier-than-thou record shops.  I found a coffee shop with my favorite ( Read more... )

At some point last night- maybe it was being annoyed by those tourists in Times Square, or finding the subway by instinct- but I had this realization that I live here.  No, I haven't conquered it like Greensboro, but that city took me two years of wrestling to get to the esconced state.  Conquering would mean that something was over, that a goal ( Read more... )

Here I am, a Brooklynite with the 718 area code to match.  I even have a public library card.  On the way to the Upper East to see my cousin, a hot boy named Chase gave me his number after we talked about music on the 4 Uptown Express (what was it that Michael warned me about people whose names are verbs?).  Heeb is amazing.  Tonight the editors ( Read more... )