Happy(ish) Sunday! It’s time for So Last Week.
I try to keep things light here, but I didn’t have an easy weekend. I’m only deciding to write about it because I think so many lifestyle blogs are overly aspirational and lack honesty about real life. There’s a reason why I say this is a blog for people with “imperfect hair and sometimes unmade beds.” Before you think I’m about to throw myself a pity party because I’ve had a rough few days, that’s not what I want at all. I’m very well aware of how privileged and lucky I am. But sometimes, even first world problems hurt and my weekend was ruled entirely by one. On Friday, my parents moved out of the home I grew up in. I know this is part of adulthood, but it doesn’t change the fact that I feel a bit heartbroken. I’m not sure I will ever be the same.
The thing about growing up in New York is that you’re always a New Yorker no matter what. I’ve lived in Los Angeles for nine years and as Californicated as I’ve become, I’m also every cliché in articles like this one, except for the fact that I don’t like bagels or the subway. If you were wondering, I prefer croissants and Via. Being a New Yorker is almost like an option that should be listed in the race/ethnicity section on a form. It is who you are. I think only real New Yorkers can understand what I mean. But, now maybe my NY card has finally expired. I still have friends and family in the city, but no roots. All I wanted to do was mourn the loss of real estate (I know, so first world), but I couldn’t cry about this all weekend because I was afraid to cry alone. Coincidentally, everyone I love was gone this weekend.
My husband had a bachelor party in Nashville and 99% of my close girlfriends (those I can cry around) were out of town. It was really strange. I couldn’t help my emotions from creeping up. I worked out, made the bed, went food shopping and walked the dogs. Perhaps this was the longest period I’ve been by myself in over three years.
So, for two days, which felt like an eternity, I distracted myself the only way millennials know how. By disappearing into click holes and binge watching seasons of a show everyone else watches, but that I just discovered. And I’m pretty sure tonight, I’m going to mess up a whole lot of mascara to make up for it. Ciao Manhattan! I’ll miss you.
If you need to be distracted, here are some good places to start.
Want to know a ton of secrets about Bath & Body Works? I dish (yep, I wrote this one) everything like the TMZ of mall stores. If you’re wondering, I’m not exactly a fan of their beauty line, but I’m obsessed with Wallflowers because most plug-ins smell like a gas station.
As always, my very good friend Ali Levine delivers the goods. Also, if you haven’t read my interview with her from 2016, you should.
I don’t want to spoil this, but I think this trick might just actually be life changing. I can’t wait to try it after I stop crying. So, hopefully by Wednesday.
This article explains how your ISP can now make even more money off you. Awful. I know. You’re welcome.
If this is true, I’m about to hop into one right now.