I’ve been under the weather for too long, and hence, have not done much or gone anywhere. Sitting in bed has, however, allowed me to plan out our short summer vacation (Luckily we have a Toronto wedding as an excuse to travel!! Thanks cousin!!) and lust over listing after listing on Air B&B.
In June, Jeff and I will be staying (hopefully) 2 nights in East Harlem, 2 nights in Williamsburg (confirmed), 4 nights right downtown Toronto, and the remainder of our Toronto time most likely in Roncesvalles with a best friend.
I can’t wait. I love city neighborhoods. I love cities. And Air B&B feels like the best invention since ride-sharing. I just hope that it’s not somehow outlawed one day due to pressure from big hotels.
The Brooklyn Bridge. Here it is in 2010 when I visited NYC for the second time. I was with my cousin/ soulmate (in the blue coat) on a theatre festival adventure. This was my first time across the famous bridge, and it was everything I’d hoped for and more. Something about these epic man-made structures that just gets to me. I grew up in a small city in British Columbia – so although I am impressed and in-love with natural phenomenons such as mountains, nothing has a fairy-tale quality quite like those famous big-city sights.
One of the great things about this bridge, aside from the double stone arches, is the fact that you can walk or cycle above the traffic on the separate pedestrian walk way – safe from car traffic (Although I have encountered mach-speed cyclists. Stay in the pedestrian lane!!)
On my next visit to NYC, which took place just this past April, I experienced the return walk at night. The lights of Manhattan calling me and my best friend as we skipped, sang and laughed with pure joy back to the island of possibilities. It doesn’t get much better than that.
For my first blog entry, I thought I’d share a timed writing from when I was hanging out in Williamsburg, Brooklyn with my good friend Nat. Now, I don’t generally just hang around in Williamsburg – it’s a little bit out of my way, being from Vancouver and all. But this was part of a spontaneous trip I took over Easter weekend this year. I think I was rebelling from my new 9-5 day job, never having had a 9-5 day job before that’s lasted for more than a 6 week period. I figured – what the hell is the point in having a boring day job if you can’t take spontaneous trips to NYC with your best friend – using the money from your boring day job? I just have to clarify that the job isn’t that boring. But it definitely isn’t my dream.
While in Brooklyn, we found a great cafe for writing – the perfect cafe, really – on the perfect corner in the perfect neighborhood. I realize I likely had my rose coloured adventure glasses on – but nonetheless. I’ll share more about our NYC adventure in a separate post – for now I’d like to share this writing, which I think is appropriate considering the title of this blog. And perhaps it is me making fun of myself more than any of you other ‘checker-inners’. Here it is.
Opening up Google maps to find my location. it’s important. Where is my location. And where is the location I am going to. And what locations are around that location. Always knowing exactly where you are going and how to get there. And then checking-in. Letting everyone else know your location. So that they know you are somewhere. So that they know you actually exist, for one, and also, that you have your shit together enough to actually go somewhere. Then, if you are really living your life – you have someone who is also at that location with you. and everyone knows it. You must be having such a great cool awesome time. Being “out” and all. at a location. with another person. Wow. Living. Seize the motherfucking day bitches. And log that shit into Facebook. Because if you don’t – no one else will know how awesome your location filled life is.