Having now lived in NYC for almost a decade, I don’t know how many times I’ve said to myself something to the effect of “I’m <insert colorful descriptor> done with this place”. The frequency of such complaints is inversely correlated with falling temperature and positively correlated with the rising rent – which happens right about this time of year. After such declaration, the “NYC Triple Threat” invariably happens where we meet some incredible people, walk past some amazing piece of architecture, and / or have our minds blown by some experience. It’s as if New York is telling us: “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Stay just a little while longer”. Rinse and repeat, the love-hate relationship continues.
Fall travel season is upon us! With family spread all along the coast, Preston & I try our best to see everyone as a couple, but time and budget constraints can definitely put an occasional damper on that. Speaking of which, Preston had initially planned on making a solo trip to the Pesek household in Texas 2 weekends ago, but after receiving a few photos of our then 3 month old nephew, severe FOMO set-in and I had no choice but to join him. “Mission: Fat Baby Fingers” works every time.
Having now lived in the States as long as I have lived in Hong Kong, the struggle to define ‘home’, to keep my roots alive with traditions, foods & language is constant – there is just something so soothing about the concept of “going home”. I therefore relish every trip we take to the Pesek household in Texas where the following (non-exhaustive) list of activities is encouraged: Continue reading
What is life without celebrations? Not a very fun one! I’m an advocate of adding bows and kittens to everything and anything whenever possible. While neither bows nor kittens (regrettably) made it to this occasion, a very manly birthday week for Preston finally concluded with #IAmAMan events as follows:
- Bacon breakfast (aka Classic Pesek Family Brunch) + Mom Pesek’s banana bread
- Eat like a boss at Red Hook’s Hometown BBQ. This shiz is for realz, they do not mess around with their meat. Get their brisket sandwich, cry a little because it’s so good, proceed to order everything else on their menu to go. DON’T FORGET YOUR SAUCE. I freaked out so much I didn’t even take photos
- Win IKEA, like a boss. We passed the ultimate couples test and survived our maiden couple voyage to Red Hook IKEA. Our marriage is going to work.
- Haul reclaimed pine joist from Big Reuse NYC (into BBQ scented ZipCar). Currently being worked (hazardously) on our window ledge / stoop. #YOLO
- Have minds blown by Tree of Codes with Jamie xx at the Park Avenue Armory. Just because #IAmAMan doesn’t mean modern dance can’t be in the mix, gender is so passé.
- Eat carrot cake (from Amy’s Bread) & be merry!
That’s it folks, there is no doubt that fall is in the air. We finally had our first sub-60ºF day yesterday and first harvest apples made their appearance in the market, son of a peach! The truth is, September / October in New York is actually the best time of year, the air is crisp, everyone’s refreshed from the summer break, and it’s also my husband Preston’s birthday!!!!!
I for one am not ready to embrace fall harvest just yet even though Preston’s favorite treats are pumpkin punkin and pumpkin… while summer needs to wait for its churn again (how many ice cream and peach puns can I work in a post?!!), I think it needs a last hurrah. Sunshine and warmth may not be captured in a bottle but peaches are miraculously still in the market, and it can definitely be made into ice cream.
I can’t believe summer is finally over, what an incredible few months it’s been. We started this season strong with our epic trip to Asia which signified 1. Preston’s first visit to Hong Kong, my birthplace and 2. my first proper visit to Japan, a place I’ve wanted to visit for years. Feeling creatively rejuvenated after after our trip Asia, I finally got motivated to sell everything in my storage unit. For 2 long years, I was just not ready to let the unit go because that furniture in it represented a significant time of independence but that “stuff” was doing nothing to help us create a home together. We had to de-clutter our lives and move onward and upward!
To end the summer strong and celebrate “Mission: Storage Unit Evacuation“, we spent last weekend yurtin’ / glampin’ on Loomis Hill overlooking 9 mile swamp in Waterville, NY. A farming town 2 hours west of Albany, corn fields, hay bales, and wild goldenrods flowers abound. And since I planned the trip, no backpacking was involved, there were no tears, definitely a bathroom, and … with a charcoal grill at our disposal also meant BBQ’ing like a BOSS! Continue reading