New York’s number were finally down, and the city was slowly reopening. It was around that time that Jean and I started venturing outside the walls of our apartment more and more. We began dining outdoors, going to the beach, taking taxis, and seeing friends little by little.

After nearly three months of being locked inside a New York City apartment during the pandemic, escaping to Florida just wasn’t an option. That’s when the idea of heading down to the Outer Banks surfaced.

There aren’t many cities in the U.S. that I’m absolutely dying to visit, but Nashville was one of them. Ever since the show Nashville aired, my country music loving soul knew it had to see this city for itself.

We’re approaching the third month of the quarantine as spring weather rolls in. Here’s what I’m thinking about all of it.

To keep from going TOO stir crazy, there are a few tips and suggestions I can share. I can’t promise they’ll work every day, but they’re what I’ve been trying to do to keep sane.

Other than ice skating, I’ve never been much of a winter sports girl. I grew up in North Carolina, and my Polish parents hate the snow. To say the least, skiing never came up when planning our upcoming family vacation.

About two months after my fiancé and I got engaged and our celebratory stash of champagne ran out, we decided that it was time to sit down and start planning our wedding.

For a second I thought about leaving without my phone and felt genuine panic. It became obvious very quickly how much easier smartphones have made our lives, but nothing comes without a price.

Because neither my mom or bridesmaids are crazy enough to live in New York City, I began my dress hunting mission solo — making as many appointments at salons scattered about the city as I possibly could after work and on weekends.

As a resident of Greenpoint since I first set foot in New York City (except a few odd months of crashing on friends’ couches and subletting), I’ve come to know and love this neighborhood for all it has to offer. Below are the places I frequent, and recommend checking out if ever in the area.

Ok, I’ll admit: I’m only 27. Although my 28th birthday is right around the corner, I still have two more years left to trial-and-error my way through my 20’s—you know, before I actually have to get “serious.” 

There’s a lot of talk about pizza in NYC, so much so that it can be overwhelming. Let’s narrow it down a bit.