Monthly Archives: November 2010

Thankful

I can’t believe the holidays have already crept into sight. It seems like the days go by faster now that I’m back in school. I plan around deadlines and I’m looking forward to conquering the first semester. So is every other student that I talk to. Even though there will be plenty of reading peppered into the holiday weekend, I’m hoping to focus on family, lots of food and sleep. In that order.

If you’re sticking around New York for Thanksgiving, I recommend that you check out the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade for a couple of hours. Hubby and I have gone for the past two years and we’ve never had an issue with crowds. Each time, we’ve been able to get a good spot that didn’t consist of enduring a sea of people or working through claustrophobia. The majority of the action is in the sky too so you can clearly see the balloons.

We even had a good spot in Times Square.

During our first Thanksgiving in the City, we celebrated by having my brother over as our first guest and we made an enormous amount of food for three people. My “easy-bake oven” went to good use and the food fed us for about four days. Our second Thanksgiving in the City was accompanied by wonderful friends from Texas and fabulous new friends from New York. A smoked turkey from a country roadhouse came along with our friends from the south and it met up with a spread full of Italian influences in the north.  The blend of food and friends (and wine) made for a delightful holiday.

Thanksgiving 2009

When I was a kid I didn’t really appreciate all the hard work that goes into this traditional event. I remember mashing potatoes, sitting at the kid’s table and watching football. As I’ve become an adult, it’s been nice to develop a signature dish to contribute to the feast (green bean casserole – with fresh green beans), to partake in the consumption of wine and to just be in the presence of others. Naturally, there can be awkward or dysfunctional conversations and strange tension if that weird uncle or cousin shows up. You can eventually look back and laugh when something ridiculous happens like, “remember when Uncle (insert name) showed up to mom’s house blasted and used the dog as a napkin?” This year, I challenge you to find a positive angle to the potential stress.

If you’re part of the crowd that’s going away this weekend, or if you’re staying in town and taking it easy, be sure to take a minute to count your blessings. I concur with Charles Dickens’ statement that “there’s always something for which to be thankful.”  This year, we’re thankful to be part of the departing crowd – it’ll be our second visit to Texas since we’ve moved to New York! I’m counting down the hours until I leave my surroundings for quality family time and quality home-cooked food.

Through the sticky holiday shuffle and through the sweet encounters, I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving.

*Photos by Athena Villarreal

Butterflies

I love New York.  I’ve lived in several places and it just seems like New York is a city where cherry picked favorites have a home. There are particular neighborhoods that provide particular experiences and if you’re in the mood to try something new (or to maintain a comfortable routine), there will always be a spot to meet your needs.

Lady Liberty

Granted, every city has its flaws. There are two that really stand out to me: bone-numbing winters and millions of people in small spaces. Let’s try to spin these “flaws” into opportunities. Ready? Go.

Winter brings warm drinks, cozy apartment parties and movie nights. Also, the holiday vibe is magical.  Winters in NY are cold but after you endure strong winds and dirty snow for a few months, the rest of the year is lovely.

Contrary to popular belief, New Yorkers are not mean people. Millions of people in a relatively small area can be a bit much, however, when a plethora of personalities come together, well, it’s mostly entertaining.  Note: you do have to stand up for yourself. Sadly (or not), New Yorkers can smell weakness.  To keep up, you’ll have to get over your fears and think quickly. You become assertive or get out of the way.  Every time I tell my brother about a ridiculous encounter with a crazy person, his words are, “Yeah…I do not want your city.” It may be a little stressful but it’s never boring and it makes for a good story later.

I am still stoked (and thankful) to be here. The Village Voice’s  50 Reasons to Be Pretty Damn Euphoric You Live in New York City is a hilarious-because-it’s-true post that really sums it up nicely.

I don’t know about you, but I still get butterflies in my stomach when I return to the intense city that I call home. 🙂

What are some things that are special about the city you call home?

*Photo by Athena Villarreal