One of my favorite things to do when I was little was run around outside during a thunderstorm. I think it’s something we’ve all done, even if our parents didn’t let us. It was stimulating without being overwhelming – I don’t know how to explain it. It’s impossible not to laugh when you’re being assailed by rain-drops with friends – I’d recommend being about 10 years old though. 23 year-old Steph wasn’t too thrilled when she saw her makeup and hair after. Or how cold it was.
Yesterday my best friend and I hopped on a train and went to NYC. We hadn’t been in years. We saw old friends, went to our favorite Italian place in Brooklyn, and made an overpriced visit to the Museum of Sex (40$ for both of us, go watch porn instead). She and I both have a lot of history in New York City, most of which put a bit of a sour taste in our mouths, but that’s a story for another day. Today was all about reclaiming the city and making good memories in it with people we missed. And seeing giant inflatable titties. (Spoiler alert: they cost extra.)
The trip in itself wasn’t a risk – we did have it planned a couple weeks in advance. But we knew there would probably be torrential downpour and we knew inevitably something would go wrong, as it always does. But we did it and it was great. We want to start making these types of trips a regular thing – Boston in November, maybe Chicago when it gets warmer again. I don’t know about you, but every time I take 5 steps out the door I consider it a pretty big risk. So, for us, these are risks.
It really got me thinking about my thought process as a person. I’m not spontaneous. I plan every move I make, analyze every possible outcome, make sure I have all the facts – I live very “safely” and listen to my head rather than my heart. It’s gotten me pretty far, I suppose – I’m not dead and I’m making decent money for a fresh graduate. But I’m not really happy. Life feels dull and monotonous. I guess, as with anything, balance is the key, but it’s not like I can chop my head and heart in half 50/50.
Adulthood seems to be a lot about balancing the highs and the lows. Work all week, go nuts on the weekends – or, in our case, drink fireball in a dog park in the pouring rain. I really did have a good time. It just makes me sad that happiness is so fleeting when you get older.
Anyway, enjoy some photos from our day, courtesy of Jenn. Plus a bonus photo of us and our favorite Italian dad (Jenn looks really good).