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The Journey has Begun

I've now lived in the city for one week and certainly wasted no time in getting acquainted with coworkers or my new part of town (including amazing restaurants and, of course, yoga studios).

Monday morning, I disembarked from the 5 train at Wall Street at 8am and emerged at the front of a stunning cathedral. There was an instant realization and drop in my stomach when I realized that I was now working off of Wall Street. The buildings are architecturally stunning and remind me of Europe. This is exactly what I've always wanted, to work in such a revered and beautiful area- I have actually made it! The walk to my new office building was accompanied by sweaty palms, nerves and gazing into the Tiffany store.

I was met at the office by my new mentor, T, who I immediately realized will be key in my new position and the future of my career. Fortunately, the two of us get along very well and there will be a lot of learning occurring within the next several months- even years. The company is privately held and thus not subject to corporate ladder climbing, a bit uncharacteristic of the bulk of the companies located in the area, which is exactly what I have been trying to avoid. I am so blessed to get the best of both worlds.

On Wednesday the director of my team took us out for drinks on Stone Street. It was nice to get to know my coworkers and superiors a little better in the more social arena. Everyone is so friendly and nice in my department. New Yorkers, I have found, are extremely nice in general. There is just a stigma because everyone is in a hurry. The energy in this city is intoxicating and contagious.

Thursday, they took me to The Art Show at the Armory on 66th and Park Avenue. It was quite the collection, brought to one location by the world's most revered galleries. I thoroughly enjoyed the diverse array of styles. There was everything from a marble bust set on a marble Corinthian column dated 1866 to a rectangle canvas painted silver with the word "No." painted in the center with gray paint (2011).

As far as food is concerned, I have eaten at Italian restaurants nearly every night, which is of course my favorite fare-- part of the heritage I guess. Had great spinach ravioli stuffed with bufala mozzarella in a pancetta truffle cream sauce at Spina, fettucini bolognese and risotto balls at Paprika, and fava bean pecorino risotto at Porsena. All were amazing and accompanied by various Italians reds, one of note was a Castello Monaci PilĂșna Primitivo 2010 – Puglia, Italy at Spina... it had a great jammy fruit flavor but felt rustic as if I were drinking it on a cobblestone street in Puglia.

With all of this delicious pasta and wine, I needed to find some yoga classes to help burn some of the lovely calories. First up, East Yoga which I very much enjoyed. The instructor, Jen, was a hands-on adjuster which was very much enjoyed and appreciated. She was very knowledgeable and had a beautiful yogini demeanor that I can relate with. The class was an Open level class which is indicated on their website as more advanced than Intermediate level. I did not find the difficulty of the class to be at that level, but always enjoy every yoga class that I take. There is always a lesson to be learned and something gained from every session. The classes are quite expensive though, $18 drop in. I purchased their new student special of 3 classes for $30 and fully intend on cashing in on the remaining two.

Second, was Yoga to the People. Yes, please. Donation based yoga classes? I love it. Was a bit weary of the idea at first, unsure of the level or quality of the teacher, but the Power Vinyasa flow was great. The teacher, who never introduced herself, sometimes seemed as though she had memorized every word that she spoke, but the energy in the room was thrilling and her playlist was right up my alley. When the XX, Mumford and Sons, and Florence were included, I knew that I would certainly be returning to YTTP.

Moving here has been the most profound experience of my existence. If there had been any doubt whatsoever as to whether or not I was making the right move, it has been exterminated by the relative ease and positive outcomes that have been experienced. It is quite beautiful when the universe shows you what you are meant to do. When experiences are so readily available, it is obvious that you are being directed towards them. The universe is funny that way, you just have to look for the signs, be open to possibility, and know that it will all work out in the end: no matter how crazy everyone else thinks that you are.

Ultimately it is your future, your life and the realization of your happiness for which you are on this planet during such a short duration. You cannot let others determine what that means, you  must determine that for yourself and go after it.


  1. I am so proud of you!!! I love you! BTW you're a beautiful writer. Let's just add that to your many many gifts!

  2. Love your blog Ashleigh! It's a great way to chronicle your adventures in the city and a wonderful way to share it with friends and family.

    You've inspired me to create my own blog for my trips into the city this year. Though at this point (being my first ever blog) I've got to figure out how it all works before I can post anything!

    Glad you're enjoying yourself in NYC! It is an awesome place to be... and ESPECIALLY in your 20's!

  3. well darlin it sounds great to me


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