When I moved to New York, I was incredibly lucky and excited to already have a close-knit group of friends from college here waiting for me. When you get the chance to move to the same city or town where some of your closest friends reside, you think “THIS WILL BE GREAT. I’LL SEE THEM ALLLLLLL THE TIME. WE’LL GO EVERYWHERE AND SEE EVERYTHING TOGETHER. BESSSSSTTTT FRIIIIENNNNNDS.” And the lyrics “reunited and it feeeels so good” begin to play in your head, and you see your future flash before you in a very rom-com, best friends forever, chick flick kind of sequence.
(Rachel and Lex in Bloomington at a shindig we threw a few summers ago at our old house)
But let me tell you, that was THE MOST untrue assumption I made about moving to New York. You never see your friends. Friends that live two miles away, you see maybe once every blue moon. Granted, I know… it’s all about “making time” but everyone moves to New York for a reason. For a career, to be young and independent, to discover one’s self, to find love…. whatever. And everyone gets very caught up in their reason. You talk to each other on the phone and say “Yes! One night next week! Drinks! Dinner! Sure!” and next week comes and goes and you get busy with work, or it’s negative 5,000 degrees outside, or you have a spin class to go to, or a hot date to go on…. and the drinks and dinner never happen. Weeks turn into months, and before you know it, you’ve lived in New York 7 months (like me) and you’ve seen those “BESSSSSSSTTT FRIIIENNNNDS” maybe twice. If you’re lucky.
Well, I got together with one of my closest friends/former roommates from college last weekend for brunch, and had so much fun catching up that we decided to make a date to hang again this weekend… And then we decided to call up all of our old Bloomington gal-pals in the city and make a potluck breakfast of it.
There was salad with strawberries, blueberries and brown-sugar pecans. Candied (yes, more brown sugar) bacon. Mini-fritattas with spinach and mushrooms. Roasted sweet potatoes with lemon-dill sauce. An apple-berry cobbler. COFFEE. So much coffee. And some very experimental bloody marys. When my ladies and I do homemade brunch, we pull out all the stops.
(this photo proves I’m obviously not a food blogger)
(like I said, some experimental and messy bloody marys)
It was so great to have all of them over (this was actually my first real little party in my apartment… crazy, right? Where does the time go?) Everyone crammed into my little new york kitchen cooking away, laughing, being goofy…. it was really good for me, you know? January in the city is rough, so it was great to welcome in February (and 50 degree weather, HELLO SPRING! I know you’ll be gone again tomorrow) with something so very overdue.
I should have taken more pictures, and pictures NOT using my cellphone, but you know… when there’s hot food on the table, and multiple hungry girls waiting to eat… pictures don’t happen, food gets devoured.
We all made the promise to do this more often, and not let so many months go by without seeing one another, and I’m really hoping we stick to it. New York can be the loneliest place, but not if you’ve got your friends at your side (Whoops, I didn’t realize we had leftover cheese…)
Anyway, just another weekend come and gone here in New York, but it was definitely one of the better ones.