Let’s see…

I went to New York on Tuesday for the day. Wondered why there was garbage everywhere. Learned New York doesn’t have alleys (weird!). Ate in an Italian joint that felt like a movie with all the Italian dudes talking business in a corner table with their laptop and fancy water out. I hailed cabs unsuccessfully and walked around aimlessly in heels because I had no idea where I was. Mixed and mingled at Mashable’s NextUpNYC event. Drank wine and ate popcorn because I’m classy like that. Met up with some fabulous New York ladies and showed them how awkward I really am in real life. Missed out on meeting some of my absolute favorites. Ate a horribly overpriced burger and french fries you could taste the grease in at the airport. Proceeded to feel sick all day from it. Learned never to eat at Cheeburger Cheeburger again. Watched 3 episodes of The Dog Whisper on the flight home because Jet Blue rules with the tvs in the headrests.

I can’t wait to go back. And hey, I was only in New York for one day so just imagine what can happen when I get back there?

Then I came back home to reality. I’m not a fan of it these days.

I much prefer the jetset life. You don’t have time to think that way.

It all came rushing back as soon as I got home. I’m trying to do the right thing but I don’t know what the right thing is. I try following advice but then run back screaming in the other direction after trying because it hurts too much. I feel like people will judge me for the decisions I make and how I choose to deal with things. When that happens, I go back to my best friend who is the one everyone is telling me I need to stay away from. But he’s the only one who gets it.

I’m still trying to figure it all out.

(Please try not to be all Judgey McJudgerson in your comments because I KNOW you think I’m being stupid and this isn’t how I should do things)