Hello 2017, we’ve been waiting for you…I’ve been delaying writing this blog post. I’m not too sure why, but whenever I sat down to write I ended up staring at a blinking cursor until I gave up and turned on Netflix. Maybe it’s because I hate the “new year, new me” slogans and I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about. Maybe it’s because 2016 was a year filled with such extreme highs & extreme lows and I’m not sure how to put it all into words? Whatever the case may be, I’m here now and I’m ready to type.

2016 was a pretty big year for me. For starters, it was my golden birthday! I turned 25 on the 25th. I feel old but wise strangely enough, moving to the Midwest will do that to a girl.

Jokes aside, it really started with the decision to leave my beloved New York City and move to Wisconsin for love. If you know anything about me, you know that NYC has been my dream since I was a little girl. I have always wanted to live in the city that never sleeps and I did that. I lived there for 12 beautiful, bank-draining months. When presented with the opportunity to move with Mark, I couldn’t pass it up. I did not want to be long distance for who knows how long & I love to travel. I love to experience new places, new cultures & new people. I spent my entire life living 14 miles outside of New York, it was time for something new.

As I made my move to Wisconsin, the matriarch of my family passed away. My grandmother was one of the funniest, strongest and overall amazing humans I have ever met. I’m blessed to have spent 24 years learning her ways, whether it be cooking, cleaning or manning the family. She did it all; she was our superhero.

In December, my dad’s brother, my Uncle Art, lost his battle to lung cancer. My Uncle was a kind man who always opened his home to us. He would send e-mails quite frequently to tell me to hop on a plane & spend the weekend in Florida with him; I wish that I would have in these recent months. I was lucky to have seen him in July before his symptoms had gotten worse. I’ll cherish the memories from that beautiful July weekend! My last memories of him are cruising around on his boat, with a smile on his face.

Now here we are… and having said good-bye to 2016 it’s time for a new chapter. I’m not one for ridiculous New Year’s resolutions, mainly because the “new year, new me” people who spend the first two weeks in the gym annoy me. I  STRONGLY ENCOURAGE health & fitness, but if you go to the gym to scroll Instagram or Facebook, please don’t. Others could be using that bench you are relaxing on!

I digress…. my plan for 2017 is to be in the moment. That sounds cliche but I have solid reasons and this is something I have thoroughly thought about. I was born and raised by my loving Bronx-raised family, whom I adore (cue my father saying fugetaboutit). But our natural speed is fast. We walk, talk, think and work in high speed. Rarely do I ever look around & enjoy the moment because my brain is already working out what I need to do for the rest of the hour, day, week, month & year. So my plan is to adapt some of the Midwestern culture and take it all minute-by-minute. Does this mean I’ll slow down my work ethic? Absolutely not. But it does mean I’m going to enjoy the simple moments: time spent on the couch with Mark catching up on our shows, exploring our new state, enjoying the newfound friends we have here. I’m going to laugh a little harder with the people around me. I’m going to live in this moment, right here, right now.

I think I’ve rambled enough for now. I apologize for the gap in blog postings, I get so caught up in the world around me that I forget to take a minute to come back to the thing that I have loved since I can remember: writing. So here I am, hoping I still have some people left who are interested in what I have to say.

To end this post, I’ll leave you with my family’s annual Christmas Eve photo. While there are some key people missing, I love all these crazy loonies and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.