One of the greatest parts about working from home is that I never have to change out of my sweatpants AND I get to wake up whenever I want...kind of. This probably makes me sound like a slob, but when it's like 10 degrees outside, what else is a FL girl supposed to do? I definitely don't want to wear skinny jeans while I'm sitting on my couch, endlessly tweeting for hours at time... I mean I can barely stand wear my fav Levis when I go out at night. And even though sweat-life sounds great and is super comfy in the moment, not getting out of my battered grey pants starts to take a toll on me... especially when your roommates get home and you're still in the exact same spot in the exact same clothes as when they left. I don't think they're judging me or anything like that but it makes me start to think that I should maybe get dressed and work in a coffee shop or a place that has actual human interactions.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
I think about leaving NYC all the time. I mean I love it, I totally do, but whenever I visit a new place all I can think is "what the eff am I still doing here?". I miss the trees. I miss the beach. I miss the ability to jump in a car and drive wherever the hell I want. I miss not thinking about how in the world I'm going to carry all these groceries home without my arms being sore for two weeks. But then like a surprise pie to the face, NYC shows me how magical, how slightly scary, and how mysteriously awesome it is.