I’ve liked cities for a long time. Sometimes, despite my suburban sanctuary, I still crave an urban environment. The chaos of a city ignites and invigorates my thoughts. Particularly, losing myself in the backdrop of Manhattan remains one of my favorite pastimes.
I’ve lived a lot of my life leaving comfort, embracing change, and surrendering to the unfamiliar and unexpected. I’ve loved all of my adventures and opportunities, each of which sparked growth, inspiration, and relationships. There’s true beauty in the act and art of self-discovery, so I’m eternally grateful for every experience. With this noted, the decision to become a suburban gal was intimidating and awkward. To begin, it’s difficult to be further from friends. At this stage of life many of my favorite and faithful friends remain engrossed by their urban utopia. While I see them often, it’s different from past gatherings. The train ride certainly puts distance into perspective. Eateries, coffee cafes, or watering holes were easily located and visited within city limits. I was surrounded by shopping, which while dangerous, was equally delightful. Living in the city was expensive, but awesome, and there are days where I miss it immensely.
However, the trepidation of suburbia has long been surrendered. Each day I’m mesmerized by the magic of misconception. I was nervous about suburban lifestyle, but I’ve adapted to its quirks and adopted it for its quality. I thought I wouldn’t find as good of food or fun, and while different, it’s excellent by its own standards. In fact, there’s a superiority to suburban life. There’s a quietness that’s rare but refreshing, which is warmly welcoming. I’ve calmed down, slightly, which has made me venture in new directions and dreams. I’ve found new eateries, coffee cafes, and watering holes, which are filled with charm and character. There is magic in misconception because I’ve been surprised and satisfied by suburbia.
Generally, we venture out on Friday to celebrate the end of another week and to savor suburbia. Cheers to another week and to the magic of misconception.
I’ve loved my birthday for as long as I can remember. I’ve collected hundreds of memories from childhood but my favorite and most treasured are birthdays. Growing up my parents never ceased to amaze me with their enthusiasm for birthdays. While I always felt cherished, I especially basked in their love and light on my birthday. From a breakfast of choice to small but special surprises throughout the day, I savored every second of my birthday.
Throughout the years not much has changed. I love birthdays. I love celebrating people on the day they were born and I relish celebrating my day as well. It’s a day of reflection and sentiment.
Last night I prayed in gratitude for another beautiful year in this awesome life. This world, its people, and its possibilities continually amaze me. Today is a day of small celebrations. I have no grandiose party planned or extravagant meal in the works. Rather, I’m spending the day doing what I love surrounded by the people I love. The best gift is recognition and appreciation for another year of this lovely life.
Here’s to another year.
The Yankee Doodle Tap Room is one of my favorite places in all of Princeton. Situated in the heart of Palmer Square, it’s the perfect place to relax and revisit Princetonian charm. If you visit in the winter months look for me near the fireplace, which warms my heart as much as it does my toes. Inscribed in the hearth is the classic text “Rest Traveller, Rest, and Banish Thoughts of Care;
Drink to Thy Friends and Recommend Them Here.” Every time I find myself fortunate to visit the bar I stare at the words and recognize their truth as any or every worry escapes me. The dark wooden walls and older but charming decor create a cozy atmosphere where one can’t help but toast to winter, friendship, and the fire!
This past December was busy and beautiful. To begin, New Jersey gave this Buffalo gal some snow and I spent my days enjoying the weather and preparing for seasonal festivities. I embraced my previous post and embarked upon “Random Acts of Christmas Kindness.” It was an awesome feat, which resulted in many memorable and magical moments.
While I won’t detail every single act I will say I learned something profoundly important about giving and its impact, which simply put is its powerful extension beyond our imagination. In providing small but sincere acts of kindness I witnessed the pure joy it brought to faces and places, which hopefully created a chain of continual spirit and smiles. While the intention was to be as selfless as possible I found myself feeling more fulfilled, focused, and restored. In being kinder I became more reflective, appreciative, and determined. I’m entering 2014 with a better sense of purpose and direction. Essentially, I’m ready to embrace and enjoy the year.
This December I joined a fantastic new gym, met some new neighbors, hosted family and friends, and fell more in love with my husband and partner-in-crime. Life is wonderful, I am blessed, and I wish you and yours health and happiness this new year.
In suburban bliss,