Posts Tagged ‘New York City’

Free to be Me

I’ve always like to do my own thing. I’m not a run-with-the-crowd type of girl. Never have been. Never will. I think that’s boring and I don’t like to be bored.

Everywhere I go I’m always on the hunt for fun. In a picture, in a pose, in a dance, in whatever I find around me – it doesn’t matter. I can find fun where ever I am.

I don’t usually give much thought to what someone is going to say about what I’m doing as long as I am not breaking any rules and not hurting anyone.

It’s not just all about me either. I want those with me to be entertained as well. I want everyone to be happy and having as much fun as I am. I know that there is a time and a place for everything but mostly, it’s all about the fun.

Which is why when I returned to San Diego recently I was feeling the pressure. That’s right, the pressure. To be funny. To entertain. To perform. I think it’s expected of me now. No, seriously.

It’s not always an easy job. It’s not everywhere that you find props to aid in the amusement. I try, but sometimes I just look like a normal, quiet girl.  A rare, normal pose.And we all know that normal is so overrated. Who wants to be normal? Bah, not me. I like to be different.

The great thing about my friends is that they love me for my differences. They embrace my “wild” side, my sense of freedom.

I’ve been told it’s my love of running anywhere and throwing down a pose regardless of where we are that makes me enviable.

I don’t want to have regrets. I love looking back at a picture and re-living the moments we had.

If I didn’t go for it then, all I would have to look back on is the question of why didn’t I do this? That’s why I go for it.

I’ve found that there will be people that won’t embrace this zeal, this exuberance, this fondness for the fun. You will encounter the naysayers and the talkers as I did. I’ve realized that they will be everywhere – maybe even in your own backyard disguised as a cousin – but you can’t let that stop you. I didn’t.

Because just when I didn’t expect to see it, more fun was right there, waiting for me. In a winery. All I had to do was glance under the table and there it was. Pet bed you ask? Well, I had to try it on for size to find out. Not a bad fit. Just a little snug…

They should make this in Me size.When I was younger I used to walk around almost as if I were in a tunnel. I know I missed out on so many things that were around me.

I never would have seen great gems like the fabulous bed that caught my eye as we left the winery. Now, I’m like a hawk.

What makes me even happier is that my friends are excited to be taking pictures too. For me. Of the classic Dead Man Pose. An homage to me. Now that’s friendship!

Even better than having fun with your friends is when you can leave your mark with them. Hopefully they won’t forget me just because I’ve jumped from San Diego to New York City.

That wouldn’t be very fun.

Friend #1Friends #3 & 4Friend #2

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A Trip to The Mountain of Magic

I am moving back to New York City. There I’ve said it. I’m still not really sure how I feel about it. I haven’t talked about it much. Partly because my California friends have banned me from speaking about it.  They know how they feel about it.

 Yes, we all know how they feel about it. So I haven’t said much other than I’m moving. I knew the date was approaching. They knew the date was approaching. We just didn’t realize it was approaching this fast. I had too many things that I still wanted to do. Still needed to do.  I wasn’t ready to go yet. I’m still not sure that I am ready to go.

People keep asking me if I’m excited. I don’t know what to tell them. I know, I know, it’s New York. I love New York. Really, I do. It’s where I’m from. It’s the city, a great city. I don’t need to be sold on that. I don’t know what’s holding me back. I realized before I started worrying about leaving I needed to focus on my final days.

It happens every time we go to an amusement park though. We live only an hour away from most parks. Two hours at the most. I have an amazing time. Dilemma you ask? No. But the thrills, joys and highs you get are fabulous. Especially when you know you live close by. That’s right, close by. I won’t live close by anymore.

But I’m still here. I will enjoy every last second. I had to get in some last important items. I knew there were some places we’d wanted to go forever. Now was the chance. We had to do it. It was time to end our year with a bang.  We had to make it the best. weekend. ever. No pressure. None at all.
I knew we were up to the task. So we went to top. The peak. The mountain. The mountain of magic. What could be more perfect? A park filled with roller coasters. Nothing but coasters. It’s pure genius. I had only dreamed of a place like this when I was little. It’s all about the speed and drops.
We were excited all morning. We got there for the opening of the park. Winter in the park is phenomenal. No lines. Well, almost no lines. We breezed through almost every ride. Coaster after coaster – flying, soaring, looping, dropping – my face hurt from smiling so much. I walked around like I was living the perfect life.
We were having fun and we were carefree. Even if it was only for a day.Thoughts of moving were pushed away. Even though I knew I would be getting on a plane soon, too soon, I didn’t think about it. I’m only thinking of it now, as I write this. We walked around the park for hours. No, really. Eight plus to be exact. It just meant we could eat more. Perfect.

Unfortunately all things perfect must come to an end. We held off as long as we could but it was time to head back to reality. Besides, we were all freezing. Even in Southern California things get cold. A hot chocolate stop was next on the list.

Which brought me back to thoughts of my move. And New York City. I’m cold here, in San Diego. Granted, it’s winter and yes, it actually does get cold but I’m scared to think what lies in store for me back in the Big Apple. I don’t know how I’m going to handle it. Maybe it will be a short move after all. Just kidding?

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