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pin-spiration: new england

You may know that I’m a New England native–I grew up in a super small town outside of Boston, right on the beach. Newburyport is incredibly beautiful, and is the ultimate in quintessential, colonial New England. Cobblestone streets, beaches lined with hydrangea bushes, and houses built in the 18th century.

People were surprised that I wanted to go to school so far away, and as I continue to build my life in NYC it’s bittersweet to realize that my idea of “home” is changing. When I go visit my parents in Newburyport for the weekend, do I still say that I’m “going home?” It’s kind of funny that I still consider this place to be my home even though I only spend a handful of weeks there every year. There are a lot of things I miss about Massachusetts, and these pins are some of them–though I’ll never miss the snow.

all photos sourced from pinterest


pin-spiration: cake

This past weekend, I went home to Massachusetts for a short visit. Even though NYC and Boston are relatively close, the total round-trip travel time is around ten hours, exhausting for a two-night trip. There are always so many things I want to squeeze in during these short visits, whether it’s trying to eat at all my favorite restaurants, see all my friends, go to the mall and Target (best parts of the suburbs), and (my favorite) bake or cook something with my mom.

I love to cook, and don’t get to do it very often anymore. The kitchen in my current apartment is depressingly small, and the thought of turning on the oven in this hot weather isn’t super appealing. So this past weekend, I made crab cakes for dinner with my mom (gotta love New England seafood) and baked a zucchini bread. Even though none of these feats were as impressive as the desserts that populate my Pinterest boards, they were both pretty damn good.


holidazed & confused

The holiday season is quickly approaching (my bank account is terrified), and Christmas decorations sprung up around the city before Halloween had even passed. In theory, I love the holidays. I love the idea of spending time with your loved ones, relaxing and rejuvenating, and enjoying holiday traditions. In reality, holidays are often stressful, expensive, and uncomfortable, especially if you hate the cold.

We have an artificial Christmas tree every year, instead of an authentic, New England-grown pine. Many of my childhood friends have family traditions of hunting for the perfect tree, chopping it down together, and tying it to the roof of their Volvos. My family has often used the Christmas season as an excuse to go on vacation…we conveniently snuck away to Honolulu several times, and most recently roadtripped to Key West. This year, we’re off to Cancun, though not until after the new year.

I definitely prefer Thanksgiving to Christmas. There’s none of the pressure that comes with exchanging gifts, and instead all you have to do is eat a ton of food and take a nap. As a college student, T’giving is kind of crappy though because we only get a couple of days off from classes, and then are pretty much thrown into finals as soon as we get back. After working at Delish all semester, I’m pretty excited to try out some of the recipes I’ve been writing about/tasting/testing with my mom, and fall is always crazy beautiful in New England. Instagrams to come.

homemade fall eats

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a question of home

After spending two short weeks in my childhood home of Newburyport, Massachusetts, I am thrilled to be back in my favorite city. Don’t get me wrong, I love being home, but Newburyport is an extremely small town and I become bored very quickly and easily. It is a quintessential New England town, complete with brick sidewalks, a sailboat-filled waterfront, and cute coffee shops. It was the perfect place to grow up, and when the weather cooperates, it is a wonderful vacation spot.


sunset over the newburyport waterfront

A lot of people were surprised when I made the jump to go to college in New York. Many of my high school peers went to local schools, and my friends who went further away were still at small-town colleges. Some family friends and teachers were confused by my decision, shocked that I could feel as at home in the city as I do. My dad grew up in the Bronx and since my family made countless weekend trips to NYC while I was growing up, it didn’t really feel outside of my comfort zone. A part of me had always known I would end up in New York, one way or another.


excited to be living in close proximity to central park

Regardless, for the next month, I will be in the city which has stolen my heart. I took advantage of Fordham’s other campus at Lincoln Center on the Upper West Side, where I am taking summer classes and simply enjoying life in the heart of the city.


the view from my summer apartment


“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs as much in five minutes as in five years.”

– Tom Wolfe