home

No home is perfect – except, perhaps one that is is not lived in. My home isn’t perfect, but I love it. It’s cozy and sentimental, bits and pieces strewn together from the past four years and seven cities of my life. Each piece has its own story. Together, they remind me of where I’ve been, and who I’ve become.  Despite how much I enjoy my room, it’s strange how little time I spend in my home.

They say it’s a “New York thing,” to only return to the place where you live to sleep. For the most part, the saying holds true for me. But tonight I have the entire apartment to myself. After a whirling 24 hours proving true NYC’s motto “the city that never sleeps,” I’ve locked the apartment door and have settled in for the night.

Spending time at my apartment slows the blaring cadence of city life to a hum and reminds me that I am a human who desperately needs to rest and recharge. As a human, I know I can’t run a sprint forever, but as an ever-moving New Yorker, I can’t help but feel guilty once I finally sit down to rest.  There are so many other things I could be doing that should have been done already, people I need to see whom I should have seen months ago, and places I’ve had on my NYC bucket list for years that I could be visiting. Instead, I’m having a date with my comforter and journal. It takes all my willpower to shut those “should do-s” out of my mind, grab a book or an iPad, and cozy up into the pillowed corner of my bedroom (in the picture above) until my eyes grow heavy with sleep.

Take time to rest and don’t beat yourself up about it. Without that precious time to recharge, you’ll never be able to finish your sprint anyways.

How do you relax and recharge in the city?