Sunday, January 24, 2010
Eating, Praying, and Loving with an Empire State of Mind
I have officially been a New Yorker for 1.5 weeks now! The vibrations of the city are slowly, but surely, becoming transcripted into my cells. I am in the honeymoon stages of a fresh romance; one that seems a bit more sophisticated than the giddy one I had with Oxford.
I am enjoying this new business casual self I am wearing (I say this in reference to a discussion we had in our poetry class about how we sometimes literally feel as though we are "wearing ourselves"). It feels like an awkward cross between Whitney Port from The City, Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada, and Mary Tyler Moore. Oh, and Sex and the City (minus the stream of dates, hot clothing, and even hotter body).
There's just something about this place....
The week before I came here, I morphed into housewife mode and (successfully---who would've thought?!) baked pumpkin bread! It verified the fact that I am a walking contradiction: while I truly strive to have some type of career, another part of me is tickled when my family eats something I've poured my energy into. I love the idea of providing home cooked food most nights of the week.
My mom and I went to Elizabeth Gilbert's book talk for her new memoir, Committed. I was fortunate to attend one of her signings for Eat, Pray, Love, but I'd have to say that discussion wise, this talk was more entertaining. A woman from the audience asked her how she was so lucky to find love twice in her lifetime.
I relished her response:
"Love, as much as it is adoring, is also limiting. You owe the other person answers about what you're doing and when you're doing it. You can't just decide to take time apart without consulting with him or her."