Lucky seven

Happy Seventh Birthday, Sticky Egg!

Seven

A lot has changed since I started this blog on a whim after watching the movie Julie and Julia.

New job. New city. New adventures, this time on my own.

Will this really be lucky seven?  I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Thanks for hanging around with me to find out!

Welcome home 

My mother’s china has been packed in a box for 27 years. 

I have taken it with me from city to city, to nine different homes, but have never had the cabinet space to display it. 

Well, today it sees the light!

Isn’t it beautiful? 

After all those moves, I unwrapped each piece with some trepidation, but only one was broken. 

It somehow seems fitting.

The key to happiness 

I handed over the keys for my New York City apartment to my broker on Thursday and flew off to Chicago.

My new place won’t be ‘mine’ until Tuesday, so until then, business trips — and generous cousins in a nearby burb — are providing shelter.

I’m used to living out of a suitcase,  so this vagabond period doesn’t really bother me. But it is somewhat disconcerting to not have keys to anything.

We spend so much time looking for our keys, carrying them, losing them, finding them…and now, I got nuthin.

My cousins, on the other hand….

They’re just showing off.

Thank you note

I began plotting my move to Manhattan at the tender age of eight at the dining room table in our tiny farm community in Kentucky.  

It took me a few years, and I made some stops along the way, but I made it. And I’ve a spent the past decade here in the Big Apple.

Thank you, New York City,  for being everything that little girl dreamed of and so much more.

Tomorrow I begin a new adventure  in Chicago. I feel like a kid again, and just as excited!

Athletic ability  (or lack thereof)

​It’s like looking in a mirror…

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I’m with Jenn

For your own safety

After nearly a decade living in the Big Apple, I think this could work.

It’s like the autobahn — the two lanes would simply have different speed limits.

And no standing and staring ‘up’ allowed in the New Yorkers lane, either.

#ihearttourists #willbeoneagainsoon