Living and Learning.

I’ve been on nostalgia mode since the cold weather has blown in from the great north, cream of wheat mixed with a bit of sugar and butter, tea with milk before bed, and dreams of warm hearty soup in my head. I’ve also read “If you give a mouse a cookie” a FEW times this week, because that’s perfectly normal.

When winter rolls in it just brings the feels, you know? and then you get sick of it after it snows three times and you have to walk a mile in the snow to get to work. I sound like the grandfather from rugrats. MORE NOSTALGIA. haha okay, I’m done, promise, sort of… 
Sometimes these moments of past Sarah have surfaced through scent, like when your mom makes cake and you remember eating the batter off the spoon, and then the bowl, and then you just eat it all because what the hell right? you don’t still do that… (Yes, yes you do.)

I had a moment like that this morning as the -2 degree wind blistered my little rounded face into a frozen version of itself colored so brightly red I looked like an apple. But you know what, I didn’t mind. It reminded me of a few years ago I would take fairly common trips to New York City, I had a lot of time to myself on some of those days and I like to think of it as the first time I really felt grown up. I walked down 5th avenue by myself too embarrassed to even step into the stores, it didn’t matter. I was just there, and you don’t feel alone in a place like that, just new. It was just getting cold and the chill hit my face in that same way and reminded me of a time I felt so inspired. I did walk into Trump Plaza and the doorman of the building called me beautiful and directed me to the restroom, shout out to you Mr Trump Plaza doorman, you’re great. 
I was dating this kid at the time, and he worked as a doorman in the City, he had been there his whole life with the opportunity to taste every so often the high life of Manhattan all the way to the Hampton’s. It’s a blessing to even see a glimpse of it. I was sitting in this woman’s condo, on one of the higher floors overlooking Central Park with the most well behaved little Australian Shepherd as my only company. I Stepped out on the balcony and the wind rushed my face, it was a beautiful experience. The cold this morning reminded me of just that moment, and this boy I was dating at the time his mother was an amazing chef. She was like the top secret, coveted private chef of the wealthiest New York City dwellers. She walked through the city with such pride and urgency. I looked up to her for that, I tried to learn as much as I could from her. 
One of my favorite things to do was take the train from New Jersey to Grand Central, just to visit for the weekend and have dinner. I hold those moments close to my heart, because they were a part of my soul without me knowing it yet. The food she made is something I have never forgotten, and for good reason. She also took us out for a birthday, I believe her own, to this sushi buffet. There are good buffets out there, and this is one of them. IchiUmi, it looks like you walk into heaven with the blue sky painted above you and glowing neon surrounding you. It. Was. Beautiful. I still have yet to go back, but I will recommend it to anyone. Literally a wall to wall buffet, and not a tiny wall, it spans the entire room like a long stretch of highway paved in fresh fish in surprising quantity and variety.

These last few weeks I haven’t been posting, but something big is coming. I promise you there are tricks up this little sleeve of mine. 
I’m sure it’s just about no secret how much i enjoy my job and recently I have been working up for more responsibility. It’s been hard, but my entire life has been put into a new perspective; I’m more determined, more fit, and more healthy than I ever have been in my life. I can’t wait to share with you.
For now you will have to wait, even my own patience is at test here.

Things will always happen at the right time, when they are meant to.

Stay tuned….