I am not a morning person. It takes something special for me to wake up before 11 on a weekend. Last Saturday, that “something special” was to visit Christopher Columbus in his living room. A seventh-floor apartment, larger than mine, was built around the Columbus statue in Columbus Circle.
I am struggling A LOT to find an apartment to live in come August, but luckily I will not be struggling to decorate my walls if/when I actually find a place and move. As you may recall, I took a painting class with Nicole in December, I also recently stole a painting from my parents’ house that my dad did in college, and I just took a BYOB watercolor class with Emily last week.
There are three main things that I’m really proud of that I’ve done for myself since moving to the city. 1 is this blog. 2 is the guitar lessons I took last year (I promise to pick up my guitar again up soon!). 3 is the pottery classes I’ve been taking. Strangely, or maybe not so strangely, I’ve just realized all of these deal with creativity which is probably hinting at something.
No, I probably won’t get ever sick of what I think are incredibly amusing MoMA/Mama related jokes (please see my last post about the MoMA, here: “Yo’ MoMA is so fat”), and I probably won’t ever get sick of the MoMA itself. I lurveeee the MoMa and have already been there three times this year.
Yesterday, Emily and I decided to be really ambitious and go to the Museum of Modern Art with our NYE hangovers. While discussing the exciting events of the previous night, we wandered around looking at art for a few hours which made me feel like I was ringing in the new year the right way instead of in my snuggie on my couch groaning about my headache.