Thursday, July 2, 2015

revisiting the west

At the beginning of June I returned to Europe for a short trip home and then some.  

Visiting Galway + Connemara was top of my list of things to do as I wanted to see my family there and reacquaint myself with my favorite part of Ireland- the West.  


The West of Ireland has never not been my favorite, and if I was to move back to Ireland at some point in the future or even just own a home there someday, I wouldn't have to think twice about it.

It's my very personal opinion of course, but the West to me means peacefulness, nature, open space, purity. It represents the most authentic, traditional Ireland and it is overflowing with beautiful fields, sheep, lakes, mountains, forests, hills.  

It's the one place in which I find it easiest to think and breathe.



The quiet + abundant nature is something I miss while living in such a big, busy city as New York.  I didn't even realize how much I truly appreciated and missed it until returning home!


Now everyone go visit. 

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

last weekend // some thoughts on friendship



Last weekend I had the pleasure of one of my oldest friends Anna coming to visit from Ireland.  We have known each other since the age of 4, went to elementary school together before going our 
separate ways for high school, then reconnected in university, like so many of my early childhood friends.  

Reconnecting with Anna has always been easy as pie, and for that I am thankful.  I cherish those friendships to which distance and time have absolutely no effect.  Whenever we manage to meet, which is rarely very often or regular, we simply pick up where we left off and it feels entirely natural and comfortable.

That said, this was the first time one of us had visited the other abroad, and it was also our first trip together (we traveled to Boston from NY for two nights and two days).  

In my experience, I find that traveling with friends is nearly always the best way to learn about them.   It is also when friendships grow the most- travel companions seem to share an inexplicable everlasting bond.  It's almost like sharing a series of secrets and in-jokes, many of which result in silliness and uncontrollable laughter.  It also brings out the truest self.

I was extremely happy upon realizing that Anna is just as big a food and coffee lover as I am, and this, along with our common love of the arts, exploring and hipster spotting, made for a hilarious and fun journey together.  

Some highlights of her visit + our trip were:
perfect coffee at Sweatshop in Williamsburg, probably my favorite of all the Australian cafes here in NY

 
being spoiled rotten at Diner in Williamsburg with a delicious and always interesting brunch (thanks to my wonderful genius of a chef roommate R.)

aftermath of good coffee at one of my favorites Bibble & Sip, together with two of my favorite people Katie + Ben


taking in a beautiful sunset on the roof of the Met

enjoying some of the absolute best sushi I have ever tasted at Thelonious Monkfish in Boston

creeping on some recent graduates of Harvard

good coffee at Thinking Cup in Boston

My own personal highlight of our trip; the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum 

last sunny coffee break at Render Coffee in Boston's South End

I am already waiting in anticipation for more travel adventures with friends <3

Monday, May 4, 2015

Dear Spring

Today is May 3rd.

The cherry blossoms have been blooming for a few weeks now, the sun is out and it finally feels like Spring.




I have been spending every free minute outside.

 Hanging with friends while breathing in the fresh air, strolling through the numerous green spaces New York has to offer, slowly beginning to embrace picnic season and also making the change from hot coffees to iced chai.  






I have a confession to make, and that is that I have never truly cared for Spring, until this year.  

There are numerous reasons for this, but a main factor most definitely has to do with location.  There is a lot to be said about living in a city like New York City, which experiences four very distinct seasons.  Growing up in Ireland I always found it much more difficult to clearly distinguish between seasons, often finding that each one would blend into the next.







I can't even begin to recall how many times I have been told and have heard about the dreaded 'first year in New York City'-  with the first year reputed to be the very worst, the toughest, the loneliest.

I consider myself extremely lucky in this regard because from the moment I arrived, I was happy.  

I had a wonderful apartment with two of the absolute best roommates imaginable and I was welcomed into a small creative community where I felt like I instantly belonged, while befriending people with similar artistic mindsets (finally!) whom I knew almost right away would be close friends for life.  

If I am being perfectly honest...




...this has been the easiest transition of my life so far.







So here's to Spring, and to being free.