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long live the mule!

This semi-pinspiration post is dedicated to my all-time favorite shoe: the mule. As someone who is just over 5 feet tall, I’m always looking for shoes that give me a little extra height without being over-the-top. I bought a pair of black mules about a year and a half ago (does that make me a trendsetter?) because I loved the manageable heel and retro vibe…plus they were on sale at H&M.

The chunky, reasonable heel height on these shoes makes them comfortable enough to wear all day, and the style is chic enough to wear for date-night. I’m currently lusting after these Marais sandals, and this Man Repeller feature seriously made me consider investing in a pair. Here are some of my other favorite mules this season:

  1. These Loeffler Randall slides. (Thanks for the inspo, Oh Joy!)
  2. These suede Jeffrey Campbell beauties.
  3. These Steve Madden mules that are straight out of Jackie Burkhart’s closet.
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boyfriend, the latest

the most important thing i learned in college

In my last year of college, I took intro to journalism. Yep, INTRO to Journalism just a few months before I graduated. (Sidebar: The class was mostly seniors, so I guess it’s common to save specific concentration courses for the final semesters…once all the rigorous liberal arts curriculum has been completed.) I loved this course, and it reminded why I chose my Communications/Journalism major–why after years of people telling me what a great writer I am, I put two and two together and decided to pursue something I was actually good at. A big reason why I enjoyed this class so much was the very down-to-earth professor I had. She was a Fordham alum, who started teaching after working in news radio for a while, but was still young enough to be fun and approachable.

Since the class was mostly seniors, our final session was reserved for an advice session from our professor. She gave a lot of useful advice, but one thing really stuck out to me: the pace of our lives. Until now, everyone’s lives moved at the same pace. All of my friends and I started high school at the same time. We started getting jobs and babysitting at the same time. We took driver’s ed and got our licenses at the same time. We graduated in four years, bound for college straightaway. Even though we ventured far away from one another, we all graduated on time and many of us even studied abroad the same semester. In essence, the timing of our lives lined up perfectly.

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But now, my professor said, there’s no longer a set path–things are going to start happening at a different pace for everyone. People will get married a year after graduation, or ten years after, or never. Other people will start having babies, or buying cars and houses, or move to Prague to teach English. The point is that just because someone else does one or all of these things before you, it doesn’t mean that you’re behind, or that you’re missing something or living your life wrong.

This realization was super significant for me. I always feel frantic when my friends start new relationships or get new jobs because I feel like I skipped a step, like I missed a class and now I won’t do as well on the final exam. It’s hard to sign into Facebook and see photos from someone’s bridal shower, or posts of someone else’s fancy new apartment, or hear about yet another person’s promotion at work. Just because it’s not happening to you, doesn’t mean that you’re falling behind in life (at least according to Professor J.). I’m a big believer in following my gut, and I’m also a big believer in putting my happiness first. Everything else will come when the time’s right.

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missed connections

7/1/16

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We’ve all had those moments of total exhaustion–those instants where you could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, whether you’re under-caffeinated at your office or overeating popcorn at the movies. In high school, I would literally fall asleep sitting in class (what was with 7am attendance?!).

One of the places where I struggle to stay awake every morning is on the train to work. My commute is painfully long, and I usually only have time to drink one cup of coffee before leaving the house (not my preferred three). I stay awake on the subway by playing games on my phone or reading, but almost every day I see somebody doze off, their head falling to their neighbor’s shoulder before jolting awake from either embarrassment or a not-so-smooth train ride.

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Last week, a mega-hot guy who was clearly overworked dozed off a number of times in the packed train car, and his head landed on my shoulder more than once. I had no complaints…in a city where everyone can seem so cold, it’s a gentle reminder of humanity.

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missed connections

Years ago, I remember coming across an article in the New York Times featuring an illustrator who became inspired by everyone’s favorite section on Craigslist–the “missed connections.” I was in my early years of high school at this point, and was immediately enthralled by this concept. I’ve said before that I’m a hopeless romantic, and it was (and still is) so endearing to me that someone could be captivated enough by a passing stranger to write an anonymous note to them on the Internet.

Even now, whenever I see a handsome stranger in line with me at Starbucks, or notice someone’s stare lingering on me while I play Tetris on the 4 train, I ponder this idea of the “missed connection.” As I’ve gotten older, I’ve also realized how small the world really is. I mean, people say “it’s a small world” all the time, but it really is pretty damn small. Everyone knows somebody, or somebody who knows somebody else, or somebody who knows that somebody. In an era where every answer can be found with a few clicks and keywords, where everybody is constantly connecting and networking, how is it possible that any interaction isn’t “meant to be?”

Anyone see that movie Serendipity? It’s super corny, but the premise is the same–though it’s the pre-iPhone era when the Internet was still up-and-coming. Two people meet when they’re fighting over a pair of gloves at Bloomingdale’s, and Kate Beckinsale is totally obsessed with the concept of fate. She and John Cusack run all over NYC having a good old romantic time (ice skating, frozen hot chocolate, etc.), and when it’s time to part ways, she writes her phone number on a $10 bill before spending it. You get it–if their relationship is meant to be, that $10 will find its way back to Mr. Cusack.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. The point of this post is to introduce a new series on the blog: my missed connections. I see enough hot guys everyday and spend a lot of time thinking they’re my soulmates, so now I’m going to share them with all of you.

*Also, this is a chance for YOU to contribute to New York Is My Boyfriend! Send in your missed connection and I will (probably) feature it right here.

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confidence = major 🔑

For most of my life, I’ve been forgettable–and I’ve been good at it. Remember that scene in “The Princess Diaries” when someone literally sits on Anne Hathaway/Mia Thermopolis because they didn’t even notice she was there? That should give you an idea of how I felt up until a few years ago. In high school I was drafted as “shy” and “quiet,” two adjectives I would never assign to my current self. My freshman year of college I would go to parties and bars and meet lots of different people–but when I waved to them the next day, I’d be greeted with a lack of recognition.

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I feel that I’ve become more assertive over the past two years, with a tremendous change when I studied abroad. Amsterdam means SO much to me, and my growth in independence is one of the reasons why. I learned more about myself in five months of living there than the past three years of college. I did things I wanted, when I wanted. I made friends with the guy who freed my bike after I broke the padlock’s key…so the next time it happened, he volunteered to help once more. I dyed my hair blonde. I biked miles and miles. I looked at art. I ate lots of stroopwafels. I started drinking beer. I started liking beer. I constantly, consistently was in awe of the city’s beauty. One year later, I’m still not sure how it’s possible for a place to be so stunning.

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This past year, I’ve started being more confident in my career goals and skills. I learned to work on a team–on a professional level. I learned how to say no. I started asking for what I want. And now that a brand new, unplanned, simultaneously terrifying/exhilarating chapter of my life is beginning, I’m excited to continue growing.

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22

I can’t believe I’m already 22. This time last year, I had just arrived in Amsterdam, and however cliché it sounds, it feels like yesterday. Following last year’s tradition, here are 22 things I have learned in my 22 years.

1. Happiness is the most important thing.

2. Being blonde IS more fun.

3. Punctuality is a virtue.

4. Not all friendships are forever.

5. People who love to eat are the best people. (I think Julia Child gets credit for this)

6. Air conditioning is worth the money.

7. Beer is actually pretty good.

8. You can’t give up carbs when you live in NYC. (bagels & pizza, duh)

9. Lipstick does a lot for your face.

10. So does liquid eyeliner.

11. If you wear heels enough your feet become numb to the pain.

12. Time is more important than money.

13. Experience is more important than anything.

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14. I’m talented.

15. Dealing with a landlord sucks.

16. I like food more than people.

17. Cooking makes me happy.

18. Matcha (green tea) has literally changed my life.

19. Starbucks is a rip-off.

20. I’m really good at winning Twitter contests.

21. Time flies!

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new year, same me

On paper, I should love New Year’s Eve. Champagne, sparkly dresses, staying up late? Check, check, and check. But I think I’m too nostalgic of a person to genuinely enjoy the coming of another year. Until this year, it would make me sad to look back and realize how little things have changed. Maybe that’s why this is a major drinking holiday

This year I feel a little differently. 2015 has been the happiest year of my life overall, and I hope the pattern continues into 2016. In 2015, I spent a semester abroad in the most beautiful city, visited eight countries, landed the internship of my dreams, and began focusing more on making myself happy (my ’15 resolution).

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Many of my NYE resolutions in the past had been about finding love and being in a relationship, along with the generic ones like losing five pounds, stop spending so much money, etc. So last year, I decided to focus on being my happiest self, and eliminate anything that I deemed toxic and unhealthy.

Moving to Europe for four months was a start, and getting back on track with my Communications major was a great next step. I became more independent and stopped being afraid to do things by myself. I applied for dozens of internships until I got the perfect one, and as a result countless doors have opened for me. As 2016 quickly approaches, my only resolution is to keep doing me.

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