Danish blogger with a love for fashion, beauty, sunny vacations and all the other girly things in life.
BA in Spanish & Business Communication and a master in Corporate Communication and influencer marketing.
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It’s August 2017 and I just hit my two-year mark living in New York City. I moved here with an understanding of how it was going to be, but reality would prove me wrong. It’s a real love-hate relationship (mostly love though), so I thought it would be fun to write down what I’ve learned about this big concrete jungle so far.
1. It’s cool to be busy. If you ask someone about their life, they probably meet you with a “I’m good! But busy…” If you’re not busy, what are you really doing?
2. Rent is a bitch. Nothing more, nothing less.
3. You’re going to work hard for what you want. More than you ever imagined. It kind of goes hand in hand with no. 1, because New Yorker’s perspective on career is work, work, work, eat by the desk, work, work, work, sleep. Do it all over again. I was expecting to work hard, but in Denmark we just work in a different way than here.
4. There’ll always be a street you didn’t see before. My girlfriend just moved to New York in a gorgeous apartment in FiDi (Financial District), and helping her getting settled we got lost more than once and had to put the GPS on. I would think that I knew at least Manhattan by now, but I still get lost in the streets and even take the wrong train once in a while. I guess that keeps your brain activated, right? Hah.
5. Catcalling becomes part of your everyday life. I personally can’t stand it, at it makes me feel very uncomfortable. More than once I’ve gotten into a big argument with the man catcalling me, but they just don’t stop. It’s like they don’t get how rude it is. I could go on and on about this, but I’ll just say #girlpower.
7. Commuting is every day life. An hour each way is totally normal. With my new job my commute is going to be around 35 minutes, which is way better than the hour I was used to, but I’ll still have to kill some time on the subway.
8. Rush-hour is 24-hours. New York City is really not that big square meter wise (which is also why they quickly ran out of space in Manhattan and started building up, up, UP), but it takes a dang long time to drive around because of the traffic. I recently got my American drivers license and naturally started driving our car, but the amount of time I can spend on the highway almost makes me want to go back to the Subway.
Where are you guys from? What are facts that you have discovered about your city?
Here’s what I spent in a week trying to save up for those perfect Manolo Blahniks.
I got inspired reading an old Money Diary on Man Repeller, and felt like the concept only would be positive to spread in here as well. Living and working in New York City makes it so easy to spend money on little things here and there. But little strokes fell great oaks. So I’ve tried writing down my spendings for 1 week. I figured I would spend less if I write it down, plus it would be cool to see the bigger picture in the end of this little project.
*WARNING* this post is quite long, so get a cup of coffee and get comfortable.
Here’s my week in money:
I started my Monday morning early (hallelujah jet-lag) and decided to drink a cup of coffee in bed while watching morning news. I already have the coffee machine and coffee in my kitchen, so $0 was spend. Edward drove me to work and also bought me breakfast on the way. Ergo I spend $0 on breakfast.
After a couple of hours in front of the computer I went to Starbucks with a colleague. It was rainy and fall-like, so I felt like treating myself to a grande Mocha with a caramel shot. I had to reload money onto my Starbucks app, and therefore spend $10 (although only $4.16 was used, and the $5.84 I can still use). Since we just came home from Spain Sunday afternoon, we hadn’t grocery shopped, and I therefore bought my lunch. This is something I really try to stay away from, as it is so freaking expensive. I got a sushi lunch combo for $14.25.
I took the subway home, but have a 30-day card though my job, $0. Later in the evening I worked on some projects (more about that later this fall) and bought a template through Etsy for $15.58. I actually didn’t have dinner this day, just because my day had been too busy to eat lunch before 4PM and I actually stayed full the rest of the day.
Total spending lands at $39.83.
I woke up early again (I really love these slow, early mornings) and ate breakfast and drank a cup of coffee at home. Since we already had this in the kitchen I spent $0. I was very close to buying my second coffee at Starbucks on my way to the office, but the way too long line saved my budget and I decided to make a cup of Nespresso at work (not as good, but it’ll do). Ergo $0 was spend on morning coffee.
Tuesday I was really good and brought lunch. Edward was so lovely and went grocery shopping on his extra vacation day, while I went to the office. So again I spent $0. After lunch I kinda started craving something sweet, and went to the deli down the street. Good news is that I left with a the healthy afternoon snack version: Kombucha, Kale chips, and gum, bad new is that I spent $16.08.
For dinner Edward cooked some really delicious fish and veggies, which was already in our fridge, ergo $0.
Total spending lands at $16.08.
Pretty good if I may say so, but I will say I was pretty hungry when I got home for dinner. I didn’t like the kale chips, but since I had already spent the money I didn’t get something else. This is a good diet!
Started the day a little later (my jet lag is going away, which means waking up when my alarm rings and not at 5AM), but still took the time to make a good breakfast, brew a cup of coffee, and drink a big glass of water. I must say my breakfast bowl reminded me a lot of the way too expensive Acai bowl I used to buy (and still do sometimes), but this one was $0. Win!
On my way to work I almost fell asleep in the subway (which still is $0 because I have the monthly pass) and got myself an iced coffee at Starbucks. Since I had already loaded $10 onto my app, it technically was $0 this day. I had also brought lunch (yay me, consistent!), but I tell you my cravings for sugar was unreal this day. I tried resisting with a Matcha Latte, but finally had to make a late afternoon run to Chelsea Market. Opted for some vegan chocolate and gummy bears. Could’ve been worse calories wise, but spent $16.07. Ate leftovers for dinner with my boyfriend $0.
With that Wednesday came to a total of $22.25
Thursday was kind of a no-spending day since I worked from home. Ate breakfast at home ($0), was on the subway real quick ($0, because of the monthly pass), and had lunch at home ($0). I was quite busy, so not much was eaten.. I did though go out for pizza and a soda with Edward for dinner (great culinary choice, hah).
This day came to a total of $18.
Ate breakfast at home $0 and then off to work. I got an iced coffee from Starbucks, because #FRIYAY, which was $3.43 and also bought my lunch at Chalait. A perfect avocado toast to the price of $12.52. Ouch. But again, #FRIYAY. On Fridays during summer I’m off at 3PM, and this day I biked ($0 because I already bought the 1-year pass) to the Upper West side to do some shopping for mine and Edwards 2-year anniversary (which we are making a big deal out of, because it’s damn romantic and I have something really cool planned for us). After visiting many stores, I finally found the dress in Theory. A little expensive, but too perfect to leave behind. $Too much.
Okay, it’s finally the weekend and Edward and I had a Dinner & a Movie date planned. He payed for dinner ($0) and I payed for the movie (Dunkirk, not a recommendation), which came out to $18. After the movie we went on a late night stroll and a scoop of Ben & Jerry’s (which ended up being all over my new white Supergas, but it was worth it). This was probably the most expensive two scoops of ice cream I’ve gotten in a long time. $8!
Total: $41.95 + too much shopping
Saturday we decided to take Edward’s mom for brunch. And I decided to pay (extra points, you know). We went to La Macchina on the Upper West side, which has really good food and mimosas. I went for the usual Eggs Benedict and with a side of avocado, and Edward and his mom went for their way too good burger. Brunch came out to $60.97
After that Edward and I wanted to be cultural, and was almost on our way to the Guggenheim, but the thing is… Edward and I are the kind of people who stroll through a museum in 10 minutes, so paying $25 per person in admission fee is a little overdone. Instead we went to the Cathedral of St. John, which we’ve driven by many times. It was so damn beautiful inside. And it was free. Win win.
On weekends I love to cook a good dinner, so before we headed home from our very cultural afternoon, we bought some shrimp, the white fish I can never remember the name of, veggies, and cherries for desert (and I of course was also planning to eat the ice cream we had in the freezer). It was so freaking good, and came out to $44.59
I loooove Sundays. I feel so chill. I woke up really early, had breakfast in bed (from our fridge $0), and went to the Basketball court with Edward. We went to the one by Riverside and 110th, which was perfectly empty on this Sunday morning. I’m not familiar with basketball, but had begged Edward to go play with me because I thought it would be so much fun. And it really was. And a good workout. Damn.
After that we needed some cold drinks ($12.56), before we headed to Central Park to catch a little tan. We went home early in the afternoon, I bought flowers for the apartment on our way home ($10), and spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning. Did any of you guys grow up being taught that Sunday was cleaning day? Well, it’s stuck with me. I only clean on Sundays.
Dinner was leftovers ($0), and since Edward was at work I decided a SATC-marathon would be the right way to end this week.
This is a good diet. If I can’t spend unnecessary money, I’m funny enough not buying unnecessary sweets and drinks. I think it’s been very healthy going through this process and writing down every time I spend money.
Moving forward I’m not going to write down everything, but I’ll definitely be saving up more and setting a certain amount of money that I can use. I had decided I could only spend $100, but with the amount below it’s clear to everyone that I totally broke that. I’m trying again this week, and I bet you, after a while it’ll just be normal to spend very little. It is definitely possible even in New York City.
This post was supposed to go up on my birthday last week, but the bigger internet Gods wasn’t with me, so now that I’m back in NYC here you are!
Happy quarter life to me!
As we speak I’m in Spain surrounded by my wonderful family (and pretty vineyards). Edward woke me up with kisses and a little song (wish I had filmed it, it was so cute), and my family had made a big breakfast with everything I could’ve wanted. And good coffee. My day is already complete. I think today’s plan is a lot of pool time, too many ice-creams, and tonight a delicious dinner with good drinks in an outfit that screams “I got this.”
I few weeks ago I wrote the below:
“I woke up the other morning from a terrible nightmare where I had ended up flushing my own baby down the toilet. Sweaty and rather disoriented a scary thought came to my mind. This year, will be the end of half my twenties. I will turn 25 in July. Scary thought. I suddenly felt like I don?t have that much time left to figure out my life. When should I have my first baby? Am I obviously not ready for babies, when I dream about flushing him/her out the toilet? Do I make as much money as I should? Should I really be living in a much more luxurious apartment when I turn 25? Will the last half of my twenties be filled with bad decisions, frustrations about life, and full of dreams yet to come alive? Will I still not be able to run a 5k or resist sugar? You see, my thoughts went on a spin with 100mph.
After work that day I found myself on the subway starring at the reflection in the window. I spent a good amount of the ride examining my appearance. No smile, very clear bags under my eyes, my stomach was bloated again for whatever “my digestion can’t tolerate anything”-reason, but my hair was having a good day (actually)… Conclusion for the day: I felt like shit. With good hair.”
The thing is, that moving to New York City has been the hardest couple of years of my life. I can’t count on two hands the amount of breakdowns I’ve had, the mornings where I just wanted to stay in bed, the “insecure me” work situations, all the times I didn’t speak up for myself when people acted like dickheads. It’s been hard. And it’s been wonderful. But turning 25 made me look at myself and ask a lot of questions that I couldn’t even answer. Because maybe I’m not exactly where I’m supposed to be, but then again, who decides what’s right or wrong? Who decides where I’m supposed to be in my life as a 25 y/o? No one. And I’m certain that I’ll get there.
So I’m going to embrace the next quarter of my life. Just day by day. Week by week.. Working hard, but remembering myself in the process. Happy birthday to me. Stop over-thinking, stop the breakdowns. The 20’s are for fighting for your dream career. To go get ‘em. To my future self: You got this!
One of my New Year’s resolutions was to practice gratefulness, so I thought I would start sharing some grateful bits here and there. It’s now 7am and here are 5 things I’m grateful for:
I just returned to NYC Sunday night after nine amazing days in Denmark with my family. I haven’t been home since July 2016, so I really needed it. Brunch with friends and family, gallery hopping, shopping (can’t wait to show you), two exciting meetings, walking my cute dog, and just relaxing, drinking wine, and eating good food. This is also why I was MIA in here last week, but if you want to check out was I was up to go to my Instagram.
Jet lag! This might sound weird, because jet lag is never really a positive thing. But NYC is six hours behind, which means I now wake up bright and early as the morning person I have always been. The busy bee syndrome this city tends to poison you with had me forget about being a morning person for a while, but I’M BACK.
Morning coffee. I love my coffee, but boy have I been missing out. I just recently discovered Pret a Mangers Americano and it’s sooooooo good. This morning I went to Union Sq., bought a cup of coffee, and just sat in the park watching NYC wake up.
The fact that I finally tried out Ouai. I went for the volume shampoo for a start, and are you crazy it is good. Might get addicted, and I might also go back to get the rest of the products from the line. Big recommendation!
The other day I found myself reading an article (sorry, it’s in Danish) from Sille Sørensen, blogger/writer at SilleWho.dk. She raised the two questions “Has fashion gone political? And does it make a difference?” I couldn’t help but wonder and was bound to her text. I left a comment telling her about an experience I had here in New York while on my way home from The Women’s March back in January:
I was on the subway, on my way home. A homeless man entered my subway car and started begging for money while making his way through all the people. He bumped into another man, didn’t apologize, and instead just continued. The man (who happened to be Hispanic) got a little upset and they started fighting. “Fuck you, no fuck you.” The subway pulled into the next station and before the homeless man got off he yelled out “I’m so fucking happy Trump is president, so he can throw your ass out of this country.” I was petrified. I had definitely heard stories, and seen videos of episodes in this country. But for some reason my naive self had not seen it coming here in New York. I mean, New York is a mostly democrat state. The subway was filled with people who had walked The Women’s March, and therefore dressed for the occasion and carrying big signs reading hilarious (but serious) stuff like “Made in ‘Gina,” “If I wanted politic$ in my vagina, I’d fuck a senator,” “Leave the pussy control to Prince” and many more. No one said anything. I didn’t either.
I’ve never really been a person who demonstrated or raised my voice in big crowds or to big crowds. But what’s happening in America right now is frightening. People being targeted, who don?t deserve it. Racism racing. A wall to be built? And now press is being denied access to press conferences in The White House? What?s happening to this world?
Sille raised the question about fashion as a new political statement, and I actually am happy that we ?normal? people are able to demonstrate in our everyday life. That this is becoming the new normal. We saw loads of statements during CPHFW and NYFW, artists have expressed themselves during award season, many people have demonstrated (including me), and I love how we are now able to buy clothes making our standpoint clear. I chose my first political t-shirt to be about me as a female. I think it?s cute, and think it puts awareness to female power, and most importantly I feel powerful wearing it. So to Sille?s questions (which she btw answered perfectly herself) fashion has gone political, but I wonder if it has always been? And yes, it helps. It helps me gain strength to find the attitude ?it?ll all be okay.? To make me worry less. And if everyone felt that way from simply dressing themselves in a statement, that?s a start.
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