Manhattan Musings: Sounds & the City

I came to an interesting realization on my walk to work this week.

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That is to say, I have a full set of conversations before I even get to my destination. Without actually speaking.

(It’s also been awhile since we’ve had a meaty, long-tail conversation about life and New York City ’round here, so let’s sit back and have one of those today.)

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My Marriott Staycation: Backyard Bliss

Over the last week, you might have noticed that I spent a lot of time in Brooklyn — and living out of a suitcase.

what to pack for a weekend trip

While summer in New York City is a safe-haven from cicadas (for the most part), the suffocating humidity still has most of us ready to hop a plane (or a jitney) to get the hell outta here for a weekend.

I’m a recent exception to this, I suppose, but when you’re traveling as often as I have been over the past few months, sometimes you just want to stay put.

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Your Summer Guide to New York City

Ah, summer in the city. So much to do, so little desire to sit at home in my studio apartment.

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Despite the unbearable humidity, summer in the city is my favorite time of year. Partially because it’s when half the population gets the hell out and heads to the Hamptons, so you can actually walk/breathe/etc without brushing up against six other people in the process.

Truthfully, though, I share the same sentiment during fall and spring, too… Point being, I love when the weather cooperates enough for my favorite hobbies take shape: People watching, wine drinking and outdoor dining.

I get a lot of requests to share my favorite spots in New York City, so I thought I’d roll ’em up and showcase the spaces and places I’m frequenting this summer.

Without further adieu, here’s the scoop on my summer guide to New York City.

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A Love Letter to New York City

Exactly 365 days ago, I white-knuckled the broken handles of two 50-pound suitcases (of shoes) and waved goodbye to the familiar skyline of Chicago, boarding a one-way, non-refundable flight to New York (holy shit) City.

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At the moment, I’m on a red-eye flight home from San Francisco. (I’m always airborn, apparently.) It’s 1:13 a.m. and I’m drinking red wine, pouring my heart into a long-winded love letter…

I’m oddly struck by how easy the words come.

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