Who am I? Well, I think I’ll tackle the easier question first. Why this blog?

I’ve always loved to write. In some way or another, I’ve always loved sharing my thoughts. I remember writing crap about my little cousin in my journal: how he wouldn’t stop crying at dinner and was taking away all the attention from me.

He was a baby. That’s what they do. But I was 10 and I missed my aunt. Her love and attention were elsewhere and for good reason. 

My journal was a safe space where I could rally against all the world's babies and nobody would know. I wrote in pencil and now the writing is all smudged. Like any other millennial, once I got my first Mac (remember them? I had a gray egg-shaped one), I became obsessed with Xanga and LiveJournal. I remember talking about school, and my friends and spending hours customizing my page. 

I think I’ve always used writing as a way to process life. 

It’s a way to process my fears, hopes, dreams, ambitions, love, and heartbreak. It doesn’t feel real until the words hit the page.

I think I’m ready to share my process. I’m ready to be myself on paper and put it out there for the world to see. So here goes nothing.

I’m Liz, a 30-something New Yorker, still figuring life out.

I’ve learned that if there’s anything someone from New York is going to do is tell you that they’re from New York. I can’t help it. It’s a cool place and I’m lucky to have grown up here.

I have also lived outside of this city and I’m better for it.

I’m passionate about travel, food, music, fashion, art, culture, politics, and of course, last but not least, animals. The best part of life. I’m also a fan of keeping it real online and getting cringe: talking about mental health, family stuff, and the trials and tribulations of life as a woman and a POC.

This year, more than ever, I’m committed to finding the silver lining in my everyday life. I’m committed to finding joy despite the craziness. Maybe IN the craziness, too :)

I want to share that with you here. 

xx Liz

My view from the office. I have to pinch myself sometimes because as a kid, I didn’t see this for myself. But here we are.