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And I’m back!


I apologize for being absent for so long, but once again the chaos of life has caught me under her wing. A few weeks ago (when I disappeared from the Internet) I had a very big, exciting week—I started two jobs and the life of an adult working 6 (sometimes 7) days a week has been my existence ever since.

I am currently working at a North Fork winery in their tasting room as well as completing an internship at a publishing house in Manhattan. Between the two, plus the commute, my free time is rather sparse these days, but such is the life of a struggling college grad/wannabe adult, right?

Now this is going to be a short one, because my to-do list seems to be ever-growing and I need to check at least one item off it tonight, but in these past few weeks there are a few things I have learned about what it really means to be an adult that I wanted to share:

  1. Tired has a whole new meaning. I am ALWAY tired, and not necessarily in a bad way, it is just one of those things that is always there, constantly itching at my eyeballs. Everyone said take naps in college because that is the last time you will have the time, and man it is true! I was always an 8-hour a night kind of girl and now I consider myself content with 6.
  2. Money is ALWAYS on the brain. I understood coming into this whole “adult” thing that being broke was part of the job description, and I was ready for that. What I didn’t anticipate though, was just how often I would find my mind wandering back to my budget and bank balance in the middle of the day. Gone are the days of staring out the window in class, now as I am looking at my computer screen at work my weekly budget is running through the back of my mind.
  3. Alcohol has new importance. I’ve never been one who really understood all the hype over 5 o’clock, but I now understand why so many songs have been written about that lovely time of day. Not only is it the hour to push back from your desk and head home (or at least start considering when you can go home) it is the earliest hour of the day Monday—Friday when having a cocktail in hand is not only accepted but practically expected. I have a whole new appreciation for the after work beverage.
  4. Living for the weekend. When you are working a full-time job there are only so many hours Monday—Friday outside of work, leaving Saturday and Sunday for your entertaining/social/fun/errand-runnning days. Now that we do not live with all of our friends within walking distance, social engagements and outings must be planned and coordinated in advance. Gone are the days of spontaneous parties and get-togethers.
  5. I am one of them. At first it was unsettling, the newfound respect strangers paid me on my way to and from work, but it is like I have entered an exclusive club of strangers and we are all in on a secret that the rest of the world isn’t privy to. Now maybe this isn’t the case for every aspiring adult out there, but I—being a commuter—have a unique going-to-work experience in which 60-year-old men treat me as their equal, as if I am contributing as much to the work force as they are. Now I like to believe that I am an essential component of any workplace, but in my current role as intern I am not that delusional. But when you are in business/business casual attire, no one questions your level of importance.

North Fork Wine Tasting


This week was Erik’s birthday, and to celebrate we spent Friday wine tasting on the North Fork of Long Island. Now having parents in the wine world has its perks and let me tell you, yesterday was one of them! My dad set up a wonderful day for us and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves!

Bedell Cellars Tasting Room

Bedell Cellars Tasting Room

We started off bright and early at 11 (it was the only way we were going to get everywhere) at Bedell Cellars on the Main Road in Cutchogue where we had a tour of their winemaking facility from their winemaker Richard Olsen-Harbich. We took a look around the grounds and at the vineyard, and then started our first tasting of the day. We tried four of their wines: the 2012 First Crush White (a white blend), the 2011 Sparkling Rose (I am a sucker for sparkling), the 2011 Cabernet Franc, and the 2011 Malbec. In the small world that is the North Fork, Erik’s mom also happened to design the Bedell building and we had a good time looking around as Erik pointed out her signature elements.

We headed next to Sherwood House‘s tasting house, in Jamesport. Here we tasted the 2012 White Merlot, the 2012 Stainless Steel Chardonnay, the 2010 Chardonnay, the 2007 Cabernet Franc, the 2006 Sherwood Manor (red blend), and the 2012 Merliance. Merliance is 100% Merlot, made up of a blend of grapes from a number of different Long Island wineries, to showcase Long Island Merlot varietal. It is a very small, intimate tasting room with in a nice setting, perfect for a picnic and we decided to sit outside and have our lunch with a glass of the 2012 White Merlot which was perfect in the hello-summer weather. I am normally not a White Merlot fan but Erik and I were both impressed with this one. It was made as more of a rose than as strictly a white wine, which may have made a difference, but regardless we both really enjoyed it. I am a big red wine drinker and I also enjoyed the Sherwood Manor and the Merliance quite a bit, although even I have to admit that drinking reds in that humidity was a challenge. Speaking of which, I can’t believe how warm it has been the last few days and Friday the weather didn’t ease up at all, staying in the 90s and high 80s most of the day and there seemed to be no escape from the humidity.

Sherwood House tasting room

Sherwood House Tasting Room

The next stop on our day of tasting was just down the street (which was lucky as we were walking between these two and in that sticky heat we didn’t want to walk far) at Paumanok Vineyards in Aquebogue. I had not been to Paumanok since I was very young and was excited to now be old enough to try their wine, and I was impressed with everything I tasted. With the recommendations of the very nice tasting room staff we tried: the 2012 Chenin Blanc, the 2012 Sauvignon Blanc, the 2012 Dry Riesling, the Minimalist Chardonnay (which was very impressive and surprising), the 2011 Dry Rose, the 2012 Dry Rose, the Assemblage (a red blend), the 2011 Cabernet Franc, and the 2011 Cabernet Sauvignon. It was here that we had our favorite wine of the day–2012 Chenin Blanc. I also enjoyed their Roses quite a bit which for me was a surprise as there are a very few number of Roses that I can say that for. We had a quick look around and each bought a bottle of the Chenin Blanc before we were picked up for our next stop. I was also pleasantly surprised to here have tasted one of the few Chardonnays that I have ever truly liked: the Minimalist. I am not a Chardonnay drinker, which may come as a surprise given the number of them we tried, but I like, especially when tasting, to try at least one everywhere I go in hopes of being surprised and here I was, for the second time in a day.

We then headed up to the North Road and over to Macari Vineyard‘s tasting room in Mattituck. We started with a short tasting of their 2012 Early White, followed by the 2008 Dos Aguas, and the 2010 Block E before heading down to the tank room for a look, where we met with Kelly Urbanik, the winemaker, who is very nice and we had a good time talking to her.

You can’t believe there is more, I know, trust me I know! Let me tell you, I was struggling a bit at this point, luckily we slowed down from here on out.

Lieb Cellars Oregon Road

Lieb Cellars Oregon Road

After a short walk down the road we arrived at Premium Wine Group, where I worked this past harvest. My dad showed Erik around the winery, and gave us a few tanks samples to compare. We tried a few different styles of Riesling and Chardonnay and had a good time discussing the differences. For our next and last stop we went to Lieb Cellars new Oregon Road tasting room, which none of us but my dad had been to before. Eriks’ parents and mine, as well as two friends of ours joined us for a cheese platter and tasting of the 2009 Pinot Blanc Cuvee (a sparkling wine), the 2011 Pinot Blanc (which was my favorite here), the 2011 Bridge Lane Chardonnay, and the 2011 Bridge Lane Rose. It was a very nice ending to our day of tasting.

At this point we were more than hungry and went back to Eriks’ parents house for dinner from Braun Seafood which was perfect and exactly what I wanted. It was a really nice night and we sat outside and chatted for quite a while, a while being until I had been bitten by so many mosquitos that I couldn’t stand it any longer. I am a mosquito magnet and am currently covered in bites from my knees to my toes, but it was a nice night to sit outside so it was worth it. Nothing that a little calamine lotion can’t cure! All in all it was a very North Fork filled day and we had a lovely time touring the wineries.

It was Eriks’ first time going tasting on the North Fork and I think it is safe to say that we all enjoyed his birthday. We are already talking about which wineries we want to visit on our next tasting day! It was also a nice last hurrah for me before starting my real-person-adult internship on Monday, updates on that to come soon I am sure.

If you live in NY or are visiting I highly suggest adding a day of wine tasting into your summer plans!

Back to Reality


We arrived back in New York on Thursday after an unexpected turn of events in Berlin. As I mentioned in my last post from Prague, I started to come down with something our last day in the Czech Republic and unfortunately it got worse over the next few days. I had a pretty bad sinus infection that left me miserable and in bed for our first day and a half in Berlin. Erik was very nice to me and sat with me in the hostel for most of the time, but on the second day I was feeling a bit better and wanted to venture out so that we didn’t let any more of our time in Berlin go to waste!

We walked around for a little bit but it was cold,  we didn’t really have a plan, it was too late to go into anything, and we weren’t really feeling it so we turned back towards the hostel and went out to dinner. After dinner Erik wasn’t feeling too hot, and he came down with a bad case of food poisoning. That one afternoon was all that we saw of Berlin, as neither of us were really feeling great the remainder of the time. Luckily we had a really nice hostel and a private room so we watch a few movies, slept a lot, and relaxed and recuperated for our last few days in Europe. It was then a nice easy, quick 8-hour flight home and back in New York we are!

Saturday evening my family went over to Erik’s parents house for a lobster dinner. It was a really nice meal and a nice treat after being away. Everyone then sat down around the computer screen as Erik and I gave a digital tour of our trip, telling of course all of the best stories as we went.

It has been a bit of an adjustment back to everyday life but luckily I have had a break week to relax and eat my way through all of the lovely Long Island food (I have already enjoyed a Bacon, Egg, & Cheese, Sushi, Chinese food,  lobster, and BBQ) before starting work at Penguin Books in the city next Monday. Things will get a little less exotic here on out but hopefully not any less exciting!

Babies on the Brain!


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Have you ever woken up from a dream convince that it was all true? I had a dream so vivid and thoroughly cued in to my thoughts the last few days that it has taken me the better part of today to convince myself that it was not real and that I am in fact absolutely, 100% NOT pregnant!

I was back in Florida, staying at a lovely (I am assuming rented because I would never be caught dead living somewhere as hot and humid as Florida) house, visiting for my Grandparents anniversary. My entire family was there, my uncles, aunt, cousins, the whole lot of us at a nice luncheon at my grandparents clubhouse with a few of their close friends. It was all very elegant and beautiful and there I am in the middle of the group with my 8-month old son who is looking absolutely adorable with his jet black head of hair and bright blue eyes in a little suit, complete with bow-tie. All the while my Grandpa is fussing with the little boy while my Grandma tells me that I am too young to have children and that I should be out exploring the world and living my life rather than staying at home, working a boring job, and raising a child by myself. At the end of the party I head back to my rented house with my son who keeps changing back and forth from an adorable 8-month old to a chatty and opinionated 4-year old. When I finally get him to sleep (back as a 8-month old) I relax on the couch and call up my friend who has asked me to carry her child because she cannot get pregnant. I have said I would and she is chatting on about how she cannot wait for her little girl to be born in 3 months. I look down at my stomach and see nothing more than what I have been calling “a little bloating” and suddenly remember that I am 6-months pregnant with her daughter. I was barely showing and had completely forgotten that I was pregnant! Just as I am panicking that I am going to have to tell her I forgot I was pregnant and that her child may be deformed from the excessive amount of coffee I consume along with my regular glass of wine I woke up, rushed to the bathroom, and proceeded to stare at what currently I am referring to as my “a little bloated” stomach.

For the next–well I am not going to admit how long is was–I stood there staring at my stomach in the mirror, repeating to myself “I am not pregnant! I am not pregnant! I AM NOT PREGNANT!” Now if waking up and spending the better part of your morning convincing yourself that your pregnancy was only a dream isn’t bad enough, I went grocery shopping this afternoon and wound up following a young mom who wasn’t much older than me around and around the store imagining myself as her and the little boy sitting in the cart as the son from my dream.


I’m not one of those girls, aside from thinking they are adorable I really don’t give much thought to babies.

Now before you go on thinking that I am crazy and a little too mommy-minded, let me just say that, that couldn’t be farther from the truth! Just last week when I was in Florida my Grandma and I had a long conversation about marriage and babies in which I told her that I don’t want to even start thinking about either of those two until I am 26 and would not consider acting on either of them until I am at least 28. As I told her then and as I firmly believe, there is just too much I want to do first to be thinking about boys or babies or marriage or even settling down for that matter!

I have been trying to convince my mother and myself for years that I don’t want to ever give birth (I say trying because she, I, and everyone who has ever met me knows that I will have kids one day). I keep saying that I want to adopt and I absolutely do, but let’s be honest for a moment here, I want to have a baby the “old-fashioned way” too, what girl doesn’t?

However, as I said earlier I really don’t want to even start thinking about any of this for another 5 years so why are baby boys, baby bumps, and blue bottles filling my head at night?! I am 21-years-old, perpetually single, with no longterm employment plan, and with a sever case of wanderlust. Babies just don’t exist in that equation. One day I hope they do but for the next 5-10 maybe not . . .

Any thoughts on what my dream means other than the fact that I need to stop eating chocolate before bed and maybe I am spending too much time with adorable (and sometimes annoying) children at work? Has anyone else had super vivid baby dreams? This is my first and I am freaking out a little, all I can think about is Juno.

Oh! by Eric Hutchinson


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While absent-mindedly occupying myself on Pintrest with Pandora playing in the background I came across the song: Oh! by Eric Hutchinson, and it sort of smacked me across the face and then reverberated around for a while in my skull.

The part that really caught my attention was the chorus: “And I’m never sure what I’m living for but it’s always on my mind. Someone comes along always proves me wrong. Think I’m gonna be fine.”

How fantastic is that, and how true? Who can really with any certainty (particularly in their 20s) say what they are living for? What are we doing, where are we going? It changes everyday don’t you think?  I am a big fan of the 6-month, 5-year, 10-year plan mentality but I also recognize that we need a certain level of spontaneity and uncertainty in our lives. We need to let ourselves be ridiculous and enjoy making the poor life choices in order to give ourselves the pleasure of then putting our lives back together.

I was just yesterday talking to a friend who said he was thinking of leaving his job to move out to LA. He told me, “I feel as though I’m looking for an excuse to drop everything here and make the rash decision to move.” That is a mentality that I can 100% relate to. I am making the move to Chicago this summer, and that was a decision decided on a whim (to be honest most of my major life-changing decisions are). My friend was in need of a roommate and I was in need of some new surroundings. I know myself well enough to know that come summertime I will be looking for ‘an excuse to drop everything’ and sometimes you have to indulge yourself a little and allow those rash decisions, the ones that you know aren’t the safe choice, but generally are the smartest. I am moving to a city that I have never set foot in with no job prospect at the moment and I am beyond excited about it. Money is going to be tight and I know there are going to be more than a few difficulties but I also know that I like a good challenge and if I know nothing else one thing I can say with absolute certainty is, I’m gonna be fine.

Living Life


Every day I receive an email from Goodreads with their quote of the day. I like to read these emails as I am leaving work to hopefully (depending on that days pick) give me a little kick for the evening, because we all need our little daily pick-me-ups.  Todays quote by Oscar Wilde did just that, give my a kick for the day and a bit of a slap in the face.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”– Oscar Wilde

While I would like to say that I live life rather than simply exist within it, recently I have been doing more of the latter. As I said in my pervious post, being an adult is hard and it is easy to let the challenges of my new schedule get in the way. It takes effort to make time for fun, for exploration, for adventure, and for me into my busy work-filled schedule.

When I leave the winery after a 10-hour day of climbing barrels, dragging hoses, and other physically demanding tasks I am TIRED. That was especially true today, as I worked on my day off because I had to take Sunday off to drive a 12-hours round trip for a 6-hour ski instructor re-hire meeting. I am glad that I went to the meeting, but the trip left me severely sleep deprived. After working yet another 10-hour day with my “weekend” not coming for another 7 days all I wanted to do was go home, eat dinner, and crawl into bed, but I refuse to become complacent! Am I going to live it or aren’t I? So while it was a small effort, rather than driving straight home I took the scenic drive and watched the sunset, a simple yet necessary decision. There are few places that I feel more centred, calm, and content than when I am next to the ocean and that peaceful feeling was exactly what I needed after these last few caffeine filled days.

While I am tired that is no excuse. I keep finding myself saying “I’ll get to that when I have more time” or “I’ll do that during ski season” but the reality is I am a serial procrastinator and next week has a tendency to become next month, next year, and never. It is time for my to-do list stopped growing! So no more excuses and no more complacency, let the adventures begin!

Adulthood is Difficult


Damn me and my spastic typing I just accidentally deleted a perfectly wonderful post on the joys and pitfalls of being an adult. And while I would like to say screw it I am tired, I have a long day of work ahead of me tomorrow, and then a 5-hour drive upstate I am an adult now and “with great power comes great responsibilities” so here we go for round 2!

I sat down at my computer with full intentions to write a post about how being an adult sucks (and it does, the stories and TV shows lied–it is not a fairytale and nothing gets easier after college). However, as I started typing I realized that why yes adulthood is difficult, the difficultly is why I like it.

I hate spending hours at the DMV and arguing with my mechanic, but I love my brand new car that is completely owned and paid for by me.

I hate paying bills and loans and having to be constantly thinking about budgets and money. But I love looking at my check book and realizing that yes, I am doing this and I love depositing my pay check and watching my balance grow.

I hate waking up at 6am every morning to get ready for work knowing that I won’t get back home until 7pm, but I love that I can go to sleep early and feel no guilt what so ever.

I hate getting to the check out line of the grocery store and realizing that once again I have spent more money on food that I intended, but I love that I can have whatever I want for dinner every night.

I hate having to remember to take the laundry out of the dryer, and the dishes from the dishwasher, and all of the other household things that need cleaning, but I get a certain satisfaction from seeing all of those tasks completed.

I hate knowing that all of my friends are having so much fun at college while I am working  60 hours a week. But I love that I don’t have to take exams or do homework or get up for class ever again.

This best describes my current stance on adulthood.

This best describes my current stance on adulthood. I could go on but I think you are getting the idea. Adulthood is like nothing that you ever imagined. It is hard and lonely and difficult. You do not go out and have fun nearly as much as you would like. You are constantly thinking about money and bills and whether or not you sent the last bill in on time. Your to-do list seems to be never ending and you are always running out of shampoo or detergent but these little daily troubles are what make it so much fun. I like running out to the grocery store at 9pm because I forgot to buy ingredients and I love coming home to a quiet empty house. I love the daily bustle and the early bedtimes. I love grumbling and complaining and reciting Jenna Marbles “I hate being a grown up,” just because I can. This life is nothing like what I expected and I hope that it continues to surprise me!