Young. In the city. Lots goin' on.

It isn't until I have left New York City that I remember I live in New York City.

It is not that my current reality slips my mind or that I daydream of being elsewhere. It has much more to do with the New York-centric state of mind that becomes unavoidable in residing here. Living in this city is constantly in my awareness. So much so, in fact, that I unknowingly dismiss other places that my friends and family live.

I forget that the highlight of the week for my friend who lives in small-town Ohio is the newest episode of Glee. Last week while brunching at Clinton Street Baking Co. in the Lower East Side I saw Glee star Jane Lynch. Later than day I saw Lucy Liu at Cafe Grumpy in Chelsea. While I recognize that such "sightings" are neat, I forget that they are unique to where I live.

This past weekend I visited my friend Kirby, who is a Teach for America teacher at a public school in Hartford, Connecticut. Two things about this visit were a shock to my system. One: we drove absolutely everywhere. Many times it was necessary, but we hopped into the car out of habit even when it wasn't needed. Two: We had a hard time coming up with things to do. Living in New York City, boredom is rarely if ever a problem. There are so many things to do it is legitimately overwhelming. The only problem is having the time (and money) to do them all.

Awareness of my current city is reemerging in my consciousness. The random and planned activities I get myself into are being thrown back into perspective as not only unique but downright cool. So I thought I should blog about it.

I am 23 years old. I worked as a Page at NBC Universal the first 12 months I lived in New York. Now I freelance and spend my spare time enjoying this city and its splendors. Food is my weakness. More to come.