I'm the girl, Gracie. Here at GML you can follow my journey of dreaming, working, eating, loving, and blogging my way through life in NYC.
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About nine out of ten of the emails I receive from readers ask me about life in New York – the pros, cons, and how I’ve balanced the two. Up until recently, I viewed NYC with rose-colored glasses through and through. There was next to nothing about this city that I wasn’t head over heels in love with.
…but as always, the honeymoon ends. Don’t get me wrong – I still love living in New York and will continue doing so until God leads me elsewhere. This city still surprises me, romances me, and excites me. But in the city that never sleeps, it’s inevitable that you eventually have to take the good with the bad.

So to end things on a good note, let’s start with the cons, shall we?
5 worst things about living in new york.
1. It’s expensive.
No surprise there. It’s nothing a good plan and budget can’t deal with while you’re here, but you’re typically still stretching your wallet at all times.
2. It’s lonely.
It may be one of the most populated cities in the world, but living in New York and being one person in a sea of millions can actually make you feel more alone than ever.
3. It’s exhausting.
With public transportation, places being open until 4am, and everyone here suffering from at least some level of FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out), relaxation is not an easy thing to come by here.

4. It’s intimidating.
For the most part, people move to New York for a specific reason…and that reason is typically career-related. That leaves you with a city full of extremely determined (and sometimes cutthroat) people. Sometimes the intimidation can be a great motivator, but it does get a little old after a while.
5. Not having a car.
This actually used to be one of my favorite things about living in New York, but now it’s sort of annoying. Gone are the days of simply walking out the door and hopping into a shiny pearl white Ford Escape. It’s still a relief to grab a cab after a late night, but having to walk to and from the subway when the weather isn’t cooperating is pretty dreadful.
And now…the good stuff.

5 best things about living in new york.
1. It’s convenient.
Pretty much anything you can possibly need can be found within walking distance or – even better – delivered right to your doorstep.
2. It really does feel like a movie.
I still regularly have “New York City moments”…those moments where I look around and still can’t believe I live here. It can be the simplest of things: looking at the skyline, riding my bike through the Village, making eye contact with a stranger, or just walking down the street with friends. Those moments make the rough parts entirely worth it.
3. Ample opportunity.
Pretty much whatever industry you’re in, there’s an opportunity for you here in New York. And the saying really is true – if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere!
4. It’s fun!
Restaurants, shows, clubs, festivals, shopping, outdoor activities, sports, Christmas time, close to the beach…the list goes on, and on, and on. Bottom line – It’s nearly impossible to get bored in New York.
5. It builds character.
For me, this is probably the #1 thing about New York. I can honestly say that living here has forced me to grow into the woman I’m supposed to be. The hardships here are actually blessings because they’ve taught me so much about myself, other people, more of what I hope my future will look like, and most importantly my relationship with God.

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So for that, I’m beyond grateful for this roller coaster of a ride called New York City.
Five fake flowers from a tourist-filled convenient store on 34th street: $6.

Braving Midtown Manhattan on a Friday during rush hour to complete our Kentucky Derby Hats: priceless.

Enough Mexican food from Baja Fresh to feed a small army: over $100.

Ending the amazing weekend by celebrating Cinco De Mayo with friends: priceless.
“Detoxing” after a long weekend of treating my body like crap: a boat load of my favorite healthy foods.
Having too much fun this weekend to even care about trying to be healthy: priceless.
Being in my mid-twenties and feeling like every decision I make is more important than ever: only a little bit stressful.
Realizing that at the end of the day, I have all I’ll ever really need: priceless.

How was your weekend? Did you celebrate Kentucky Derby and/or Cinco De Mayo?
For a good majority of my life, I never thought of myself as being a creative person. Inspiration was a word that was used when there wasn’t a concrete answer to be had.
I wouldn’t even dare put my name and “art” in the same sentence. Drawing and painting never came natural to me. As a child you couldn’t get me to stop singing and performing, but even it never stuck. I loved acting for a while and was decent enough, but the passion just wasn’t there. I could barely ever find myself getting lost in a fictional book.
The older I got, the more I embraced my non-creative self. I began to appreciate my love for making lists. Non-fiction books. Watching the news. Being good with finances. Being rational.
…But then, I went too far.
In order to find some sense of identity (which, in your early to mid-twenties is quite the dreadful interesting experience), I found myself put in a self-imposed box that wasn’t really me at all. I started to not only identify with this structured, Left Brain self, but I began to actually look down on all things creative and inspirational. I convinced myself it was silly to get your head lost in the clouds like that. Adults don’t do that.

When I graduated from college, I found myself living back at home, working for my dad’s company with little to no social life, and no hobbies or passions. I started this blog, but I didn’t have even a fraction of a life worth showing for. Needless to say, I had what I guess I’d say was a quarter life crisis. This structured life I had chosen wasn’t getting me anywhere…except stuck in a boring, passionless, uninspired life.
Something had to change.
To make a long story short, that’s when I decided to up and move to New York City. I had a logistical plan – finances, housing, job, etc. – but I had absolutely no idea where the move was going to lead me in life. That’s exactly what I hoped it would be, and that’s exactly what it turned out to be.

I think that’s why I have such a deep love for this city. Whether I live here for another year or another 10 years, there will always be a special place in my heart for the city that allowed me to become inspired. To reconnect with God on a whole new level. To meet the best friends I didn’t even know could exist. To experience things I never imagined I would.
And then of course…there’s this little old blog. As I’ve mentioned before, I couldn’t tell you what even inspired me to start GML. But I can honestly say it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made because of how much it forced me to learn about my likes, dislikes, purpose, and that it’s actually okay to allow myself to be inspired by life.
I may not be an artist, poet, singer, or designer.
But I can get lost for hours looking at images of people and places.
One quote can literally change my day.
I get way too deeply attached to certain songs.
Give me a good meal and I literally cannot shut up about it.
Movies. Just…movies.
My vivid imagination and memory sometimes drives me crazy. In a good way.
My heart explodes at the sight or sound of romance.
I worship and belong to a God who created the heavens and the earth, but who also knows my heart’s deepest desires, the number of hairs on my head, my darkest secrets, and loves me anyway.

Creative? Maybe I’m not the most.
But inspired? In this beautiful, confusing, incomprehensible world? Absolutely.
Remember that time I posted about being yourself?
Well, I have a confession to make. Being myself – being fully and unapologetically Gracie – is not something that is entirely natural for me. It’s easy for me to get caught up in what I think my goals, likes, and role in life should look like (especially here in New York). It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s the truth.
With that being said, though, since writing that post I’ve gotten a lot better at learning how to be true to my (bow loving, television obsessed, sometimes a bit emo) self. But because it’s not something that comes easy to me…and especially because I can so easily get wrapped up in work and my tasks for the day…I have to make an active effort to implement things in my life that remind me to be ME.

So here’s a little list of things that help me to do just that. It’s definitely nothing crazy – just simple activities that help remind me to slow down, be present, and remember to enjoy life.
- Start every day spending prayer and devotional time with God
- Take a 5 minute break from working to stretch and/or just relax
- Cook/bake new recipes
- See my family at least every other month
- Plan dinners out with my girl friends
- Listen to podcasts *
- Treat myself to pedi or massage
- Journal at the start or end of the day
- Keep a running list/plan of vacations I want to take
- Have cozy movie nights at home
- Take at least one day a week (or a few hours a day) to unplug from technology
- Make plans to get together with friends I don’t get to see all the time
- Let myself get lost in Pinterest
* Some of my favorite podcasts are from Joyce Meyer, Tim Keller, Bethel Church, Liberty Church, and Joe Focht.
Last but not least, I think it’s important to be honest with yourself about the things you love, embrace those things, and do them as much as possible! It seems like as we get older it becomes easier to push those things to the side and define ourselves based on what we do or what we think our role in life “should be.” While those things definitely are important, I’m learning that being true to myself and the things I love will actually improve my career, relationships, and everything in between…

What simple things do you do on a daily/weekly basis to stay true to yourself?
There is one reason and one reason only to enter Whole Foods on a Sunday.

I spent way too long having a room without curtains. And blackout curtains are my new best friend.
I have bragging rights.

I have more food blogging opportunities than I thought.
(Brunch at Agave on Saturday and at Fat Radish on Sunday. Yum.)
I still can’t believe I (finally) live with my best friend.
MTA workers are quite possibly the toughest people in New York.
Work-less Saturdays need to happen more often.


If a stranger approaches you and asks if you like horses, ignore and walk away.
Shark Tank is one of the best TV shows ever. And Mark Cuban is a genius.

I’ve never met a C.S. Lewis quote I didn’t like.

What was a highlight of your weekend?
Any other Shark Tank fans??
Sooooooo. I may or may not have just spent about 45 minutes compiling a post that included my “25 highlights from my 25th year,” only to have Windows Live Writer suddenly close without asking me whether or not to save the draft. I told myself before re-opening it that if the post was gone, it just wasn’t meant to be.
It was gone. Long gone.
It’s funny, though. As much as I wanted to write that post – mostly to re-live what I learned and the moments I’ll never forget about being 25 – I feel like losing it was symbolic of what I want this next year of my life to look like.

Even though I loved being 25, I’m really looking forward to what God has in store for me this year. I feel like the past 2-3 years have been ones of a lot of transition; moving, career decisions, and even just learning about myself and what I want my life to look like. Although those are all great things to have experienced, there definitely comes a time where the idea of things balancing out…and maybe even slowing down a bit…seems quite appealing.

So here’s to being 26.
Here’s to things falling into place.
Here’s to still learning and moving forward every day…
…but also being content and enjoying the life God has given me right now.

Do you like the season of life you’re in right now?
What was your favorite age so far?
Well here it goes. One of those posts I’m debating hitting “publish” on. In fact, this has been sitting in the drafts folder of my email for about two months…
Okay, maybe I’m overreacting. But the truth is that any posts that come from my heart make me a little bit nervous and…well, vulnerable. But this needs to happen.
I get asked often why it is that I blog. I mean, it is kind of a strange (part of my) profession. Not many people understand it. I’ll be honest – sometimes..well, a lot of times…I don’t really know what the answer is. I wonder why I even started GML.
Was it for fun? For attention? To express myself? I would say all of the above.
But I guess what I think about a lot lately is – is that enough? Are those reasons enough to keep up with something that take up hours of my week that I could be dedicating to other (more meaningful) things?

So yes. I question why it is that I blog all. the. time. I’ve even considered nixing it. But for some reason, I don’t. I can’t. And I’ve never really thought about why that is…until now.
For some reason or another, I’ve ended up with this platform and opportunity to share my story with you, and I want to make that count. I may not be an expert in anything, and I may not even feel comfortable giving specific “advice” to anyone other than my closest friends.
But I have struggled with anxiety.
I’ve been heartbroken.
I’ve felt completely alone.
I’ve made almost every bad decision in the book.
I’ve faced opposition, uncertainty, fear, confusion, and insecurities.
I’m just a girl trying to meet this thing called life.
So…where am I going with this? Well, for the most part, GML will remain mostly an outlet for me to just post “Gracie things” – my daily adventures, reviews, random thoughts, etc. But I don’t want it to be just about that. I want to be relatable and accessible to you, my readers! I understand that that will probably mean more transparency and honesty on my end, but I’m up for the challenge.

So here’s to what I guess I’ll call a new chapter for GML – one where I open up, loosen up, and just keep hitting publish…
In case your Instagram feed didn’t make it clear enough, we got snow.
Like, a lot of it.

And apparently we now name snow storms. But not just any regular names…COOL names.

I never thought it would happen to me, but it seems I am definitely not safe from the black hole that is online shopping.
And, as usual, I blame it all on Pinterest.

Just when you think you’ve seen it all, a dancing robot and (un-pictured) Chewbacca make an appearance during your night out.

I should’ve never stopped doing weights while working out. My muscles now hate me.
Who needs to carry a compact anymore? The reverse camera on iPhone is quite the effective mirror.
(…slash selfie-generator.)

“You can’t mess up God’s will when you’re trying to do God’s will” – wise words from my best friend Jessi.
Ainsworth Park – known mostly for being a sports bar – is now one of my new favorite brunch spots. Who knew?

And last but not least, it seems I’ll most likely be moving into a new apartment in March or April. Ah!
What lesson(s) have you learned lately? Did you get hit by Nemo over the weekend?
The goal of playing darts is not to hit the bulls eye every single time. Who knew?
I really really really would like to have a destination birthday this year.
There is a way to take vitamins every day that doesn’t make me want to throw up.
(My friend Nicole who is a Fitness Specialist told me about Isotonix – you can check out her store here.)

Lot-less is thee place to go for iPad and iPhone covers. I got both for under $20!
The right Instagram filter makes going makeup-less a lot easier.

I am physically incapable of having un-chipped polished nails for more than 18 hours.
When in doubt, order breakfast and lunch.
…but an even better choice is to go to brunch at Nook in Hell’s Kitchen. So cozy and SO delicious!
My friends and I are weirdos. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

What did you learn this weekend?
And do you take daily vitamins? If so, what?
Last year, Jessi and I started a tradition of meeting on the first of every month to pray and decide on a theme for the next 30 days. It really helps us to be present every day and intentional about what we think, say, and do. It’s amazing how something so simple can be so…well, life changing.
The theme for this month is the little things. More specifically, that the little things are actually the big things.

To me, this holds a couple of different meanings. First of all, we agreed that we want to be the type of people that show acts of kindness, no matter how “little” they may be.
Talking to the lady who we see every day at the corner deli. Complimenting strangers. Sending a simple encouraging text to someone.
I’ll be honest – in New York it’s easy to become jaded to those things. To avoid talking to people. To stare at the ground while walking. It’s crazy how much those little changes can make such a huge difference in my life, and hopefully in some small way in the lives of others.

Another reason the little things holds meaning to me is because I far too often find myself being preoccupied with what I think are the big, more “important” things. I find myself in a state of discontentment until X task is done or X goal is met. But the thing is – those goals/timetables/responsibilities will always be there. And I don’t want to miss the smaller, more meaningful things in life because I was too busy to even notice them.

Do you have any sort of theme or mantra for January? If so, what is it?
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