While this is unquestionably one of the happiest times of my life, I’m also so stressed on a day-to-day basis that I sometimes catatonically await the arrival of the fine lines and wrinkles tantamount to the challenges associated with life as a twenty-something-year-old
mental patient perfectly normal person living smack dab in the center of New York City.
It’s not that I was expecting a Northern California category experience upon returning to the city a year and a half ago, but I didn’t necessarily anticipate a schedule that solely allows for triple shot venti iced coffees/work/bed/bills either.
I mean – sure — if I’m feeling especially adventurous and I’m able to get out of work prior to 8 pm, I might opt for a wild night out on the town and uber up to my shrink’s office on Ninety-Eigth and Fifth. And, yes, I do get to keep closely in touch with some of my dearest friends — which is to say that my dog walker has become the closest person on the planet to me second to my family and my boyfriend, responding to my frantic texts at all hours of the day/night (Hi, Gregor).
Part of the reason why I enjoy blogging so much is because it’s a realistic depiction of my every day life. You won’t find me in the recesses of an editorial spread, clad in full body couture, makeup professionally done, fans perpetually blowing my hair perfectly into place (Although, God bless Beyonce, #obvs #queenb #beyhive).
But, like all of the other bloggers that I follow, you will find me in every day wear, running from place to place, trying to figure it all out one bold step of the Loub at a time (aren’t we all?!). That’s what gives street style its magic – women drawing inspiration from other women, those who might be facing similar challenges, like balancing bank accounts/beauty routines/boys, and still managing to keep it all together – one perfectly situated Starbucks skim latte at a time. 😉
Blessings and X,