There is no denying it, a whole lot of people live in New York City. I found this little card tucked all over Grand Central Station on Valentine's Day and I deemed it cute enough to snag. Inside was a simple request for love stories of all kind.
Living in Seattle I would not deem it a very festive place to reside on Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day could come and go and you might never be the wiser, but in New York City they do it right. Every corner you come around there are delivery men balancing enormous bouquets of red roses, flowers for sale on every corner, or people walking down the street with fresh flowers in hand. Since New York City is such a pedestrian friendly place, everyday life is played out in a more public sense. In Seattle most people I know jump in their car whenever they want to go somewhere, so all these little moments are missed.
Since it was Valentine's Day and I spent the majority of the day alone I thought a lot about all the love in my life, particularly learning to love myself. I firmly believe this is one of the greatest gifts you can give the people around you, it takes a certain amount of self confidence and forgiveness, but being happy in your own skin is priceless and probably the best part of aging for me.
Eataly when you are hungry is probably not the best idea, but not having a kitchen to take all these wonderful ingredients to sure saved me a ton of money. Eighty percent of the food at Eataly is imported from Italy and the other twenty percent is locally sourced. Eataly is the brainchild of Mario Batali and the manifesto says it all: We're in love with food. Food unites us all. Our passion has become our job.
Ice skating in Bryant Park with the Empire State Building in the background.