One of the biggest perks of living in D.C. is my proximity to New York City. I’ve always loved it there, despite the way it continues to intimidate me to no end. A bigger perk? The myriad of dear friends living there upon whose couches I can crash.
This weekend, I was lucky enough to have some serious QT with my best friend of 15-going-on-16 years, Sydney. She packed up and left Seattle upon graduating from college and is currently killing it in the publishing world. She is absolutely brilliant, and within minutes of returning to her presence, I feel like I’m home. I can always count on her for real talk, bottomless support, and good wine. Knowing she would be only a (sweaty) 5-hour bus ride away is one of the reasons I knew I could make my move out east in the first place.
Katie is my best friend from college, and another New Yorker, this one dominating the fashion world. She is honest and vivacious, and one of those people who sincerely lives in the moment. I never laugh more than when we are together. Never. We’ve been separated since graduation but we never miss a step once reunited. Our relationship is a precious one to me.
Kate is my favorite cousin from Connecticut, now living in the Big Apple after college in California. Though we’ve never lived in the same city, our families made sure to foster sibling-esque relationships amongst all of us as kids, so the distance never mattered. I was a fairly despotic older cousin when we were little squirts, but she took it in stride and our relationship has grown into one of my most treasured, especially over the last year. I love her so much and I’m incredibly grateful to call her family.
All three of these truly fantastic women are the sisters I never had and somehow, the stars aligned to get them all together at brunch on Saturday, and for a post-Bloody Mary photo shoot in the Bowery. How gorgeous are these three?
The rest of my Big City weekend is a hazy dream, filled with Taxi TV, fire escapes, $1 slices, and skyline views from the Brooklyn Bridge. Pepper in a few more classic New York minutes, and I had myself a wonderful three days.