My name is Katharine. I am 25 years-old, but I knit and enjoy chamomile tea just like your average grandma. I believe bagels and bone broth are equally as important, ice is the most important ingredient to any cocktail (unless it's mulled cider or a hot toddy #grandma), and you can never go wrong with a chocolate chip cookie. I started this blog in April 2015, during my senior year as a nutrition major at Syracuse University. Since college, I moved to Boston, got my masters, started working 9-5... you know the drill. Throughout it all, this has been an on-again off-again hobby for me. I would love for it to be more of a priority in my life, because I really enjoy cooking, editing, and creating various types of content. But, it's tough having a job, a blog, and a social life. So for the time being, this space will continue to be my creative outlet/side-hustle/hobby.
I currently live in New York City. To be honest, up until a few years ago I never saw myself living here. As a kid, I would take weekend trips to NYC with my family or travel here for dance competitions and I would always leave the city looking forward to being back in New England. I was born in Rhode Island, my mom worked in Boston my entire life... I don't think there is anything more beautiful than driving down a tree-covered road, with the windows slightly open, drowning in the orange and red glow of falling leaves on a crisp, fall day. But here I am. Living in the big apple.
When I moved to Boston for grad school, I thought I would want to stay there for a while. I finished my masters, got a job working downtown, and liked the people I knew in the city. But one day I realized that I felt too comfortable. Boston was only 45 minutes from where I grew up. Even though I was living on my own and had my own life, I didn't feel independent because I was too close to my childhood.
When I decided I needed a change, I realized that NYC was the place I wanted to be for exactly the reason I never saw myself living here: it didn't feel anything like home.
On November 11, 2017, I told my boss I was leaving before the end of the year.
On December 16, I signed a lease for a Manhattan apartment.
On December 29, I packed a U-Haul and drove by myself from RI to Manhattan.
I didn't have a job, I depleted my savings account to pay for my security deposit and rent, I had no idea what I was going to do... And, it was the best decision I have made in my 25 years on this earth.
I have a job now, but like your average 20-something NYC transplant, I still can't afford my rent. And, it's okay!
I'm barely surviving, but still thriving.
What I've learned in my 1.5 years here is that New York is one of the most incredible cities because it can be whatever you want it to be. (Unless you want a desolate, spacious place because it can't be that.) I can sleep with my windows open at night and not get woken by sirens, because I live on a quiet cobblestone street. I can wake up in the morning and run along the water with views of the Statue of Liberty. I can order pancakes and falafel and lo mein at 3 in the morning. In a single day, I can take a ferry ride, see a Broadway show, eat the best pizza in the US, go to a trendy work-out class, see a Monet painting, and lay on the grass in Central Park. I can go an entire day without speaking to anyone, or I can meet people I'll probably never see again from a dozen different countries.
I still don't know what I want to do with the rest of my (hopefully long) life. But for now, I want to live it and figure it out from New York. And, I want to use this blog to capture the moments, share the 'in-between', and preserve the memories. Whether it's food, or travel, or just everyday life... here's to surviving and thriving.