Somewhere in the last 22 years, my older brother’s life and mine have completely diverged. I went down to NYC this past weekend to visit and spend a few days doing what he does.
It involves a lot of drinking, hours of brunching with friends, nights that last until 4am regularly, and somehow fitting in 70-80 hour work weeks. He definitely lives the male equivalent to Sex and the City.
It was such a fun weekend but I was also ready to come back home after just a couple of nights, further establishing the fact that I’m not a city girl at heart. I like air, and grass, and familiar faces.
But I did do one thing that felt like home while I was there….
Dropped into Crossfit Hoboken (where Tim lives). Yup, definitely the girl who somehow gets in a workout on a 2 day vacation. But this was less about the actual workout and more about experiencing a new environment, meeting a few people into the same stuff as I, and just another way to squeeze more fun into a day. PR, new T shirt, and some endorphins to start the day… crossfit is good for that.
So despite being a little overwhelmed by the city, being with my brothers was well worth the trip entirely. We tried Cuban food, brunched for hours and drank bloody mary’s, played flag football surrounded by sky scrapers, passed time on a rooftop, got late night coffees and shots of 5 hour energy, and managed a littleee sleep in the city that doesn’t.
Big city or grass and air?