This Bed is SO Damn Big- Need More Pillows!

I’ll let you all in on a little secret, for 70% of my posts I’ve already decided on the title then I have to come up with the body content. So, when this phrase showed up in my head, I wrote it down to save until I was ready to write the corresponding post, figuring it would be some sob-story, nostalgic post about missing by (ex)boyfriend, and how sleeping alone is so… well, lonely, and yadda yadda yadda.  (especially considering where it’s from)

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But laying in bed last night, forcing myself to fall asleep in the middle of my huge queen size, pillow top bed and not being able to get the title song (of this post) out of my head- I decided what I really needs were more pillows!!! Ya know, decorative throw pillows, to fill up the extra space, to look pretty, to lay on, to set stuff on, and just to be… there. Something to make it feel not so empty…. Make this bed feel a little less big.
Ok, maybe I’ve been spending to much time at Pier 1, but I’ve always loved throw pillows!

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Of course waking up the next morning. The previous nights decisions sound totally ridiculous… And expensive. This made me rethink, or think about at all, how much importance I… or we as a society… Place in material things. I am totally guilty of this. “Oh, if I get that lamp, pair of shoes, necklace, bottle of wine, glass figurine… I’ll be happy”!  But once that thing has become yesterday’s news, are we ever any happier? In the long run, probably not… And if you are budget conscious, you are probably even more disappointed. At least, that’s the story of my life.

Yet somehow, I can’t seem to find or maintain those non-tangible things.  AND here’s where it gets sappy.  We all knew it was coming eventually.  I truly miss sharing a bed with the person I lov(ed).  I would never want things to “go back” to the way they were, cause clearly that wasn’t good for any part involved… but did it have to be that way?  We may never know.  And I may never be able to sleep through the night without making my way over to the right side of the bed and waiting for cuddles…. at least until I get lots more pillows!

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love always,  christiane

Sharing is Scary Part 2: “Solo” in Progress

Happy Friday fabulous readers!

As promised, I’m continuing to work on and share dance performance and choreography. In this post I’m featuring the first rehearsal footage of a brand new piece I’m working on. This solo, untitled to date, is being performed by yours truly at the moment. I have always feared sharing a piece when is it still very much in progress, because things will change, be added or taken away, and people don’t always take well to seeing mistakes. However, I want to keep working on this piece and I feel like I will be more motivated if I have an audience to share it with. This is also helping me overcome my reservations and hesitations of sharing my original work.  (the link is at the bottom of the post… in hopes that you will read the post then watch the piece!)

 

With this piece being in progress, I thought I would talk a little about the many aspects and pieces that come together to begin work on a piece of choreography, at least as it applies to me. Each dancer and choreographer has their own process and method of working, so do not define the “choreographers way” as what I’m about to talk about… this is just my way.

 

MUSIC

Music is an important, but not totally crucial aspect for dance performance. Many pieces are done with and without music, sometimes the dancers know the track before getting onstage, other times it may be a game of chance. Some choreographers prefer not to use music with lyrics, not wanting the movement or the audience’s perception of the movement to be affected by the preexisting tone of the music.

Personally, I like to choreograph with my music already chosen. I don’t mind pieces with lyrics, but I’ll usually look for one that will compliment the style, movement and “story” of my dance. Often, when I hear a piece of music, I can already start to see the movement come to life in my head… this is how I know it’s something I want to work with. However, it’s not always the first piece of music that ends up fitting for a piece of dance. For this solo, I had chosen a very different piece of music, one that was very personal to me, and would fir well with the track for “Shaded Blue”… but at this time I was not motivated as I should be, to choreograph to it.   The piece I ended up choosing, “Elements” by Lindsay Stirling (check out her site and music!), found me. It came on a co-workers Pandora Radio station on day and I was hooked.  I could feel the creative juices starting to flow and I wanted to start creating right there in the middle of work… I know this was a piece I had to work with.

 

MOVEMENT

I like to create and set movement that is comfortable in my body. If I’m working on a piece for myself, or without a particular performer in mind, I will create using movement that highlight my strengths and show my body the way I want. On the other hand, if I’m setting movement on a particular dancer(s) or working with someone specific in mind, I will choreograph to highlight their strengths, while staying true to my form and style. For example, the opening solo to “Shaded Blue” which was specifically designed for Emily! I’m not at all adverse to making choreographic adjustments in the future, to make any piece a better fit for the dancer.

I have a tendency to pull from the variety of styles 

 

STRUCTURE, FORM, FUTURE

Some choreographers have a piece already mostly set, either in theirs heads or on paper, then the rehearsal process is just getting that out onto actual dancers. Others prefer to create as they go… maybe having definite points or movements that will happen as a given time, but the rest come together like a puzzle as they work. I am a little of both I think, depending on the piece. “Shaded Blue” was 90% written out on paper before I ever set foot in the studio with it and dancers. While changes and adjustments were made throughout the process, most of it is as I originally set. This new solo, on the other hand, is very much coming together each time I get in the studio to work.  While I have some ideas for the overall look and direction of the piece, I don’t always know what’s coming next… so much of my rehearsal time, right now, is playing and seeing what comes out.  The rehearsal process will be for another post… Yay, something to look forward too!!

In my head, this piece is a sister piece to “Shaded Blue” (premiered in the last Sharing is Scary post). watch it again! While “Shaded Blue” was more so movement for movement’s sake, this solo is a little more aggressive and the character is troubled. There is more tension on the stage and she is always looking off to something else… something just off stage… something she can’t have. The movement is more angular and sharp and I actually love the silhouette look I got in the studio! The music adds to the driving element, while being light and easy to listen to… and believe me, I listen to it a LOT!  the first week of working on this piece, I listened to the track every day on my 45 minute train commute, just to get it in my body and lear the music, phrasing, and character.  

When this piece will be finished… performed… with or without “Shaded Blue” is beyond me.  Right now I’m working on it so I can keep creating and to have something special to share with you all!  I would LOVE to reset Blue with this piece when it’s done… but I also don’t want to rush myself so I truly create something I’m proud of and enjoy.  (“Shaded Blue” is by far my favorite piece of Modern/Contemporary dance I’ve done… so this new one has a big sister to live up to)!!

And on that note… I should fork over the link to the new piece and let y’all see it for yourselves!  Here it is “Solo” 2014.  Please feel free to share, like, comment, etc!!  I love your feedback and support!  

 

Love always,  Christiane 

 

Infatuated: Blue Skies, Wide Open Spaces, and Me

I really think this title says it all. So let this be a photo entry accompanied by some words, instead of the other way around.

I’m not sure when my love and interest in bright blue skies first came about, but I know I first noticed this infatuation on top of Elk Mt. in Oklahoma.IMG_0030.PNG
You could see for miles in all directions. It was breathtakingly beautiful, the water reflecting the intense blue of the sky, and that sky meeting the land far off in the distance. Up there was the first time I realized I would have been very happy to sit for hours just bring under that sky, looking at it’s beauty and power… Feeling small and humbled, but also beautiful.

For years I took for granted the majesty and beauty of Southern Illinois, where I used to spend my summers and now where I run to in an attempt to escape New York City and regain… Or maintain… Some of my sanity. There, un-impeded by sky scrapers and city lights, you can see sky, trees, water.

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I have come to realize that I could happily be under and look at a blue sky, really anywhere, and by so happy. Now I don’t just mean any blue, I mean that piercing, intense, clear, powerful blue sky that says “yes, look up from your phones, get up form your office chairs, and come outside. Look up at me and bask there, totally unchained from all other daily problems. Just be”.

I’m not saying you can’t see a phenomenal sky in New York City, because you can in fact.

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You just have to be in the right place, but even then there is usually a building standing in the open blue. And all to often, you may only get a small glimpse as you move through the dark underground of the city.

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I believe there is something very deeply rooted in us, that draws us to nature in some form. For me, the blue sky… Being able to watch it go on and on. Yes it can make me feel small and vulnerable, but it also gives me a view of endless possibilities with plenty of space and time to try them all. When I’m distracted by a perfect, uninterrupted blue sky, I never feel lonely or lost. I’m reminded there’s so much more out there.

Ever had a dream where you fly? Well, I can tell you- it’s the best way to see the sky!!

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For more fun pictures, check out my Instagram @nychristiane ❤️. And follow, share, like, comment! I always love to get feedback and support.

Love always, Christiane

Remember to check out my original choreography “Shaded Blue” posted in Sharing is Scary Part 1

The EX-Factor

Sometimes, as much as we love to hate them, or hate to love them, or love that they hate us, or hate that they hate us, or love that they hate us (I could go on) we have to eventually admit that our Ex(s), as in someone you were in a significant relationship with and are no longer with, influence our lives and our feelings.

Do you ever find it strange how many feelings and memories can be evoked by a location, a song, a smell, a color, a food, or even a way of life? Sometimes bringing back fond memories of a different time, sometimes reminding of heartbreak, confusion, and even self doubt.

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Now that I’m back in NYC (and I’m sorry, but isn’t that the MOST AMAZING pic. of Midtown NYC– as I flew over Manhattan from STL!!! click to enlarge it!) I’m finding this may be something I struggle with. For example, a year ago today… or maybe it was yesterday, I reconnected with someone who I truly thought I would spend the rest of my life with, in Bryant Park. We talked, laughed and started to lay the ground work for a future. Fast forward to right now, and my life track looks like it’s just me… but I still have a hard time visiting Bryant Park. Just being there reminds me of that night that changed everything. So what do I do? -Go there everyday and wallow in my regret and sadness, wishing I could go back and change things so I’d still be happy? -Never set foot in that park again and avoid it at all costs, in so doing, miss out on all the events hosted there year round? No, that all sounds like it’s going a little over board and bordering on crazy. Instead, when I find myself chilling in Bryant Park, I acknowledge the memories and the feelings, but I let them go… and I enjoy my time.

I have a dear friend who very recently went through something very similar to my recent events. She retreated home in order to get ahold of her feelings and make a plan to take her life in a new direction. The other day she was headed to a wedding with family. Once at the venue, it hit her that she and her significant other had been there just weeks earlier and had enjoyed a wonderful evening. Now being back and alone, all those emotions hit her… hit her hard. Tears began as she tried to make her way into the reception room and join her family, but the memories won out- she turned and high tailed it out of there.

Can you blame her? I know those feelings all to well. All we can do is hope that time will make it easier to cope and that eventually these places will hold new and better memories for us.

However, not all Factors are something as easy as a location. This is where my current struggle kicks in. My now-Ex and I had begun a very strict vegetarian diet and lifestyle together… and now that I’m on my own I’m having trouble deciding if I should (or want to) remain vegetarian or, if in attempting to “purge” myself of all reminders of him (ya right, not!), I should let it go and eat whatever I want.

Thoughts? Suggestions?

I have found I naturally tend to lean towards a vegetarian diet regardless (I really don’t like to handle raw meat, so I don’t cook it often) and I have come to truly LOVE many of the vegetarian meals I have been introduced too. Am I holding onto something by continue with this lifestyle choice? I know that I do feel better when I eat less heavy meats and I’m enjoying trying new foods that otherwise I may never try. But it does remind me of him… and as we have to eat somewhat consistently… it’s almost a consistent reminder. Eventually I know it won’t be, but for the present moment… sigh.

This whole experience and how I’ve managed to (somewhat) overcome it and continue to live, has been a true eye opener. You may never realize how closely tied your life is with someone else until they are no longer a part of it, for better or worse. Then it’s a healing and growing process… which, as much as we wish it would just happen over night… actually takes a lot of time (whether we admit it to ourselves and others or not).  Sometimes it seems like the easiest answer is to delete all reminders of that other person (I don’t do this but I know someone who does) and pretend like it’s not something that keeps us up at night, or surfaces after a few to many drinks, or seems like it would be a comfort when things are hard and no one is there for you.  (more on this concept in a post coming soon).

So, what’s your Ex-Factor? What things stir up memories that you struggle with? 

Feel free to Share, Comment, Like, Follow, ETC!

There are some great posts on the way, including some travel stories with great pictures, the importance of balance and how I find that, and my newest post work-out treat! So I know you will want to stay tuned 😉

Love always, Christiane

Coming clean

I know, I know. I’ve been away for a bit. And even when I do post, I’m beating around a topic. Well, no more.

I wrote this awesome post (by the same title) but it didn’t get posted. I know what you’re thinking– oh man, she wrote a great post and then the computer crashed before it could be saved and something amazing was lost!. Well no, not exactly. It didn’t get posted because it didn’t tell the story… The truth… The way it needed to. So I saved that as a draft, to have for myself, and I’m starting again- quick, simple, to the point, and staying just what I need to.

Basically, through no fault of one individual or the other… But through the fault of lost communication, jealousy, misplaced support, and untrue facades… My relationship with someone very dear to me ended… Abruptly.

3 months ago I was left alone and nearly homeless, but through more luck and good will then I deserve, I got through it. Through the physical struggle anyway. In 15 days I secured a second job (more later) and a new apartment. With the support of friends and co-workers I got moved and settled.

I am resilient. Like a crocuses pushing back through the ice still lingering in early spring.

But am I happy? On the outside it would seem so. I look great and can eat again. I work and workout daily. I smile. But I still feel alone. I feel guilty. If one could go back- be who I really am instead of trying to be some version of a “perfect”, fashionable, working, un-spontaneous me- I would. Cause her, the real me, the one I see everyday, is who he loved (at least, I think so).

This has brought out a lot in me. I felt completely broken apart, but rebuilding with stronger material everyday.

So are you seeing anyone now?
My answer: Hell NO.
If I’m wasting time and money, it’s gonna be on me myself and I. Not someone I have no interest in. Cause I know I’ve met my match.

I’m not writing this for sympathy, to blame or bad mouth anyone, to beg forgiveness, or for the whole this to just be a bad dream and be fixed next week.
I’m writing this to be honest. To get these feeling and words off my chest and out of my head. I don’t love using this blog as a personal diary, but if I’m going to be writing about life, adventures, fitness, and New York City… Well you should know where I’m coming from. What’s motivating me.

So I leave you, on this rainy Monday night in NYC, with this–
Always say I love you and mean it.
Communicate with those you love and support them where they need it.
Be attentive.

But mostly, be true to yourself.
Forgive. Even if you are not forgiven in return.

I’m sorry.

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For everything ❤️

Goodnight

Christiane

OH the 1 Train!

If you live in New York City, you know that the weekend trains are an insane mess… Even more so then the MTA normally is. So this weekend, while the A Train is not running up to my stop, I get to take the 1 Train. One never knows what to they are getting into and today was NO different.

Let’s backtrack:

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Shakiera may have beaten Pat at foosball, but I played winner and won! 😉 ❤
Last night I was out at a "going on tour" night out for one of my longest and best friends, Shakiera. (If you found and read last nights post, disregard that, it's been taken down… I should NOT write posts while out drinking and bar hopping! So my apologies!). I had an amazing night with wonderful friends… But getting home at 2:00am when I've been up sense 6:00am the previous morning, makes for a tired Christiane on a Sunday morning. This morning I let myself sleep in, read in bed, and eat late. How many times does one get to send off their friend on a year tour?! I messed this up with my former boyfriend and learned a lesson… Friends won't forget you when away on tour. It gives you time apart and great stories for the time you are reunited!

Then it was back to work. YogaWorks on the weekends is sunny, quiet, relaxing, and entertaining.

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Usually on Sundays I throw the windows wide open and sit with as much of me outside close to the sun as possible with a good book between class check-ins. And today was no different.

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The whole point of this preface is to put out there that I’ve been out and about for the past few days and so further work,p, while waiting for the 1 Train at 66th I just want to be left alone to listen to my music.

But does that happen today? NO. No no no it does not. No sooner had I gotten settled at my preferred end of the platform was i approached by a young man. At first I thought, “oh great, I have to give directions to one tourist who probably has no concept of East and West…” So I remove one earbud. Instead of asking for directions he starts flirting, FLIRTING, with me. A 28 year old part time doorman is flirting with my all the way up the line from 66th to 145th, and I about lost it. Dude, I’m sweaty, tired, recently out of an important relationship, working over full time, and trying g very hard to NOT be rude but I’m not interested!

Of course, as soon as he got off the train, my face relaxed and expressed everything I was feeling and wad noticed by a few people on the train near us who had noticed how much he was talking to me. One was a sweet girl who, I had over heard is also a dancer., of course this sparked a conversation between us and it turns out she just booked her first cruise job after moving to the city. We talked dance shoes a bit. She’s nervous and excited… But it felt so good to wish her the best of luck and assure her it will be a great experience as she got off the train. I’m usually not one for small talk on the trains but this was nice… Different. So to the girl I net today on the 1 Train uptown after 8:00pm today… I don’t know your name, but have a great trip!!
It feels like the world is giving me a chance to fix my karma.

Needless to say, tonight required a lovely glass of wine with dinner while watching one of my favorite New York City based movies, “The Devil Wears Prada”.

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And yes, I’m eating out of Tupperware crashed in the living room. #apartmentlive #lifesyle haha.

And that’s my big story for today. I don’t know what the universe has in store for me. One minute I’m wondering when I will awake from the lonely confusing nightmare I feel like I’ve been trapped on for the past 2.5 months… Another I’m tempted to hug a total stranger, but fellow dancer, on the train and wish her luck… Another I’m wishing I’d worn baggy pants and a T-shirt instead of trying to dress myself stylishly today so I’m left alone after work.
I don’t know.

But I do know I have a long day of work ahead of me tomorrow… So I will say goodnight and post this for your reading pleasure.

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Thank you all for tour support! Maybe eventually this blog will start to take on a style or focus… But for now it’s just stories

❤ always, Christiane

#TBT

So, it’s Thursday. In the social media world it’s Throwback Thursday and I thought I’d put up a photo “gallery” throwback post.

That past 2 1/2 months have hardly registered with me due to the overwhelming number of events , horrible and wonderful, that have occurred. However, because of this I’ve been taking tons of photos to hold onto some of the moments so I can remember them later… And now I can share them with all of you!

None of them will have titles or explanations, it’s just my city life in review.

As per the usual, feel free to Follow, Like, Comment, and Share! As you will see all of these pictures are from Instagram… So find and follow me there too!! @cadancer13 (I follow back!)

<3always, Christiane

Here it goes (in no particular order, thanks wordpress):

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Christiane, what the hell

are you doing?

that’s what I’m asking myself at the very moment… at 12:21AM on a rainy thursday night… sitting on my bed… exhausted from working 12 days straight at both jobs… but really wanting to write a post before bed– get back into this.

So here I am, with my candles and fan and throw pillows and Winton Marsalis Pandora radio.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve discovered that the universe really does work in mysterious ways. It has a way of putting a thought in your head and promptly making that thought come true. If you are aware enough, of yourself and surroundings, you see this and can truly enjoy the little special things that are thrown your way.

This has been on my mind because I’ve had 2 such events in the past month or so. 1. I was watching one of my favorite movies “The Devil Wear Prada” with the directors commentary on and all they could talk about were sections of the BOOK that they had to leave out of the MOVIE but that they really liked. So of course- it made me want to read the book. Two days later I’m at Goodwill on 181st and what do I find on the bookshelf but a hard back copy of “Devil Wears Prada” in great condition and half off! I couldn’t believe that I had just wised I had the book… and now I do! (it’s very good BTW. A different post coming soon about all my summer reading).
2. I work a job where I interact and get to know hundreds of people a week. But some people, some of the evening studio regulars, I know well… and of course when I haven’t seen someone in a while I start to wonder where they are. Cut to the actual story- I was backing up my iPad last night and deleting extraneous photos when I came across one of a member and I with our matching Swatch Watches (long story) but I realized I hadn’t seen her in months. I’m at work tonight, less then 24 hours after seeing that photo and thinking about her, and who walks in but Heather! I couldn’t believe it! We were able to chat after class and it was so great.

These small happenings and others make me wonder… and here I go getting all hypothetical and wishy, but that happens when I’m writing at 12:3am… Maybe the universe is watching out for me on a grander level. Maybe if I put out there enough positive thoughts and loving wishes that it will hold on to them and deliver them where they should go?
Do we believe this stuff? I didn’t always, but I’ve come to more and more. Sometimes things work out and happen in a way that’s more then chance Maybe all is not lost… just different.

And before I get anymore ambiguous or philosophical, I’m gonna change tracks fast.

I spent the better part of an hour of work tonight trying to figure out if there is a way to change the title of a BLOG on WordPress. Sense I’m no longer at MoMA and I’m living in (not traveling to) NYC, I wanted to make the initial title something more relevant.
I thought about starting another one and hoping all of you, my lovely followers and readers, would transition over… but that felt a bit like giving up on this one. So I’m not, BUT if anyone out there has any advice for on the topic, please share!

I don’t know how Blogs get tons and tons of followers and comments and shares. Of course, this blog is mostly personal, but I’d love to expand my audience and work more on writing a variety of posts on different topics, some more personal then others.

I’d call that a goal… and look! There’s 2 posts in 2 days! I said I’m back and I meant it.

Remember to follow, comment, like, and share. I’m on Instagram @cadance13
I’d love you y’all to check it out!

Till I write again- sweet dreams (and if you’re in NYC- be dry!)
<3always Christiane

What?! It’s not July 1, 2014

But it is… And I’ve been away for far to long.

To my dedicated blog readers and followers, my absence has been long and unfair…. I mean how else are you all updated on my amazing life? Well, that’s all about to change-

New month
New apartment
New job
New adventures
As well as lots to tell from my time away from the press

This entry is short, but it’s a promise- for posts and pictures and updates and surprises and more!

I’m still in NYC, no longer at MoMA. Back to running and falling in love with Pilates. I’ve made mistakes that I may never be able to repair, and I’ve hurt myself and others by trying to be a perfect fictional me. But that is no more…

So get ready to read, follow, like, comment, share, and whatever else one can to on here.

Better then ever, I’m BACK!

❤ Christiane

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Lights up in Washington Heights!

Hello beautiful dedicated blog readers! I know it’s been forever sense my last post, but life has been crazy and I’ve been running all over the place. This evening however, am in my new apartment and I finally have some relaxing down time and reliable Internet!! (Yes, this is a BIG deal)

So I’m hoping to entertain you with stories and pictures from the past few weeks as I truly made the transition to LIVING IN NEW YORK CITY!!!

To recap, when we last caught up I was still sleeping in a basement, working just 4 days a week, waiting for paperwork to be processed, and embarking on a new (sort of) relationship.

Well, in short now I am living in a lovely 3rd floor walk up apartment with windows, working a very long and solid 6 days a week, not dealing with and pending paperwork, and more in love and committed then ever to a very special person.

But a lot has happened in between… And here we go!

I was the first roommate to move in… And what did I do? After personally moving almost all ov my belongings in one day via trains, which took about 5 trips from Queens to the Heights and back… I slept on the floor for two nights and cleaned the entire apartment… Yes that’s right and it was rough-

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But so worth it. One, because I’ll be living with 4 men… So you know, start REALLY clean. Second, I would feel comfortable bringing in the new bed, clothes, food, etc knowing the kitchen counters had been Clorox-ed and the shower bleached.
Did you see that in the previous line…. New BED! And it’s amazing

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Kyle and I went out and shopped around, making decisions together and getting one we both liked and could afford. I, of course, went all out with pillows and coziness… And I regret NONE of it! It feels so wonderful to come home after a day at work to a room with a good fan and bed and food.

The other roommates are arriving one by one over the course of the month and, as they are all buddies from OCU (and I’m the odd ball out) I’m getting to know them and such.

Then speaking of buddies, I took a long weekend off work and traveled out to Bellport, Long Island and the Gateway Playhouse to see Kyle perform in “Buddy: the Buddy Holly Story”.

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The show was so good, and I really enjoyed getting out of the busy city. I could actually hear crickets at night and walk calmly down the side walk.

On dark theater days, Kyle will come into the city for a few days to spend some time at the apartment. The first weekend he stayed we made breakfast together-

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And dinner-

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Then we went exploring in out neighborhood and found this–

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Yes that’s the Hudson River and the George Washington Bridge I believe. This park is gorgeous and huge! Looking forward to getting my running back, especially now that the weather is cooling off again.

Basically I’m living the opening number from the Broadway musical “In the Heights”. But really though! Look up the opening number and actually listen to the lyrics and that’s my life!! Pretty cool.

What else, work is going well, now at 6 days a week. Which yes, is a lot, but I really enjoy going to work and as I work the evening/closing shifts, I have the whole first part of my day to do as I please. Recently I’ve been getting to the studio early and taking a Pilates mat or yoga class before getting cleaned up and clocking in. I’m really working in my core, flexibility, and tone… And yes, I know you’re thinking “well why are you not just taking more dance classes!??” And the answer to that is relatively simple… I don’t have tons of money right now… And I was more interested in having a bed to sleep in every night then class. But also, as an employee I get free classes… So why not use it!?!??!!! Plus it’s something new for my body and it helps me to do my job better– if I can help to recommend a class from personal experience guests are usually happier.

So that’s the job front… There has been talk of a possible promotion, but that’s still in the works and goes way over my head, to corporate, so it takes a whole anyway. But still, it’s a good sign.

So yes… That’s really where things stand for now. All that with many Target runs in between… Like really though. But on one of those trips we got a coffee maker and mugs, so my life is now complete!

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And if you can’t really tell, I have begun using Instagram… Sometime I’ll release my username and y’all can follow me… OR just ask for it in a comment here 😀 Eventually I’ll get FB updated as well! But one social media at a time, y’all should feel special for being the first ones.

I could ramble on… But I should go to bed. Christiane, it’s early… What the heck are you going to bed now for?? I know that’s what everyone’s thinking. Well, because I was up at 6:30 this morning for work and worked till 5:00 this afternoon… but ALSO because Kyle will be coming in from Long Island about 3AM and someone will be getting a call to let him in the building.., so may as well get a jump start on the rest. I’m excited thought because he will be staying here in the city for about 2 weeks between show tours, so we will be able to spend time together and explore the city together!!

So, until next time… Which I hope will be shorter then last time… Remember to like, comment, and share!

<3always, Christiane

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