New York

The transplant New Yorker can relate to bouncing around from borough to borough throughout the years, in search of just the right neighborhood. It’s a daunting task that ever-ambitious New Yorkers take in stride. Sometimes things work out right away; other times we’re not so lucky and the process of finding a place to call “home” can be a nightmare. If one thing’s for sure, it’s that New Yorkers love New York and will make it work.

I grew up in Rochester, NY, a tiny city that everyone mistakes for being extremely close to New York City. While Rochester may be 300+ miles away from NYC, we follow the same stereotypical divide. For those of you who have watched Gossip Girl, and wondered about its validity, I am here to provide you with evidence that the Serenas and Dans of the world exist in more than just a fictional reality.

Pop the bubbly – I just celebrated a milestone: my two-year New York-iversary. That’s right, it’s been 24 months since I arrived in the Big Apple as a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed 21-year-old, fresh from college, desirous of adventure and yearning for new beginnings.

With summer in full force and temperatures rising, those of us lucky enough to live near a coastline are probably heading to the beach. What better way to spend a summer weekend than at the ocean, cooling off in the frothy waves and toasting under the sun?