That’s right y’all, I’ve compiled a playlist on Spotify with the best songs of hope, change, and classic American goodness just for you.
Read MoreAnd I had a similar “come to Jesus” moment, as I stood at the bottom of my 5th-floor walkup (it’s called the 4th floor, but the steps don’t lie y’all. Who caught this part of Emily in Paris?), armed with a sideboard that needed to land in my living room.
Read MoreNever have I felt more lucky in my entire life, which is utterly ironic considering how my Monday morning started. And it’s my hope that I can pass this luck on, and turn my role over to another lucky duck who will cherish the opportunity to learn and grow with the company that taught me everything I know.
Read MoreSo, literally, I may be a few days away from my dream home. But if I’ve learned anything from this past month, it’s that home has nothing to do with an address or a name on a mailbox (though having my name on the mailbox of my new place is something I’m quite looking forward to).
Read MoreI’ve noticed that no matter how heavy the clouds are, these three steps always help me find the sunshine.
Read MoreI only wish that I would’ve learned this a few years earlier and expanded my circle in New York. If you’re willing to take my word for it, please know that putting in a little extra effort…
Read MoreAnd in case that wasn’t enough to put a few things into perspective for Tuesday-grumpy Emily, here are a few other things that have been happening lately:
Read MoreAnd in this moment, as I passed the storefront of my favorite bakery in Hamburg, I realized I’m not the rebounding, eight-week serial dater version of Emily that I once was in New York.
Read MoreThey’re trusted. They’re respected. And they’re doing a damn good job.
Read MoreSo I started being proactive about my blog again, just as I was proactive about getting a performing job that fulfilled me, and living in a place far, far away from the United States of America. And you know what happened? My phone rang the other day with an offer.
Read MoreThis lovely, Portuguese cabernet (Quinta da Alorna) and I are cozying up to a computer screen displaying the raw evidence of my nasty, American habit that almost ruined my relationship.
Read MoreIn accepting this “new normal” I think we have to be careful not to use it as an excuse or justification of being derailed entirely.
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