I’m the city I love, my home away from home, one that I’ve missed for a couple years, prepping to speak at BlogHer. (Please do come say hello if you’re here for the conference. I’m on a great panel – an intro to new social media platforms if you’re looking to know more. End shameless plug.)

Got in and immediately ran in the rain to The Strand, which I MUST do. Even on a trip this short there is soul food that must be had.

Time spent in NY always make me nostalgic for what might have been, what has been, what the future may bring, right here in this very city that always makes me feel so centered and at ease. The calm in the chaos.

And so, a revisit, below, because NY always makes me sentimental. I pass my old school, I think of what has come and gone. I think of what is yet to be, knowing that this life is an awfully big adventure.

I realize with bittersweet irony that the post below, written many months ago, began with my favorite Nora Ephron quote. Not a line of dialogue – of those I have my favorites, too. But her words from her life. A life that was still lived in this city when I wrote the post below. A life no longer here on earth, and yet, still so very much alive amidst the comings and goings of New York. As it should be.

Possibly wiser. Definitely Older. Redux.

Oh, how I regret not having worn a bikini the entire time I was twenty-six. If anyone young is reading this, go right this minute, put on a bikini, and don’t take it off until you’re thirty-four. – Nora Ephron

My friend Peter wrote a wonderful essay for CINEASTE magazine about Richard Linklater’s film Me and Orson Welles (it’s really good – check it out, here). He opens with a scene from another Linklater film, Before Sunset, in which Julie Delpy’s character is speaking to Ethan Hawke:

“I was having this awful nightmare that I was thirty-two. And then I woke up and I was twenty-three, so relieved. And then I woke up for real and I was thirty-two.”

It got me thinking about that twilight period in our very early twenties when we’re no longer children and not quite grown up, but life seems so full of possibility and the belief that things will be so much easier now that the drama of youth is over – only we haven’t yet realized that being an adult is just like high school with the added bonus of having to prepare our own taxes.

Now I don’t want to say that a decade later I’ve lost all that Auntie Mame-ish “Life’s a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death” passion, but I think I’m a bit more pragmatic. (I hope pragmatic isn’t a nice way of saying jaded.)

But I do sometimes wonder what 20-year-old me would think if she could jump in Doc Brown’s Deloreon and crank it to 2011.

On the one hand, I think she (aka me in this weird third-person hypothetical) might be a bit disappointed – wasn’t I supposed to meet the man I’d marry in college and have a few Greenwich Village babies by now? Wasn’t I supposed to be writing novels, which began as short stories in The New Yorker, that I would now be adapting into screenplays?

At twenty, that all seemed completely reasonable and, with hard work, attainable.

Although younger me might have expected the path to go differently, I don’t think that I would totally embarrass her in the way adolescents are mortified by all they consider uncool. But I know she’d be totally pissed to learn that things don’t get simpler the further you move away from adolescence.

(And, speaking of paths and kinda sorta related, The Road Not Taken is one of the most misunderstood poems EVER. There is no better path. Frost’s irony was lost in translation. )

Look, I could easily sit down and write a list of everything I wish I could have accomplished over the last decade and hadn’t and throw quite the pity party. But I could tear out another piece of paper and make a list of all the things I have done, and realize I am pretty damn lucky. The New Yorker isn’t on that list, but I’m a working writer, and I have a life filled with some pretty incredible people. People I can call up at 4 a.m. if need be.

Life, people, humanity – it can be pretty disappointing sometimes. But it can also be awesome.

So, when you wake up and you’re thirty-two or forty-two, or maybe a relieved twenty-three, I guess it’s all really a matter of which list you choose to write. Which list you choose to live by.

Which one do you choose?

xo a.

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4 thoughts on “New York. Nostalgia. Next.

  1. Winnie

    I want to take a moment to let your know how much I enjoyed your panel at BlogHer12. It was my first conference and I am a new blogger. I learned a lot for you and the others on your panel. I am thankful that you stopped afterward to let me ask my question. I am glad I found your site and I can see it will be a great source of learning for me. Thank you again.

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    1. alexandra Post author

      Thank you so much for stopping by my site, Winnie. I’m so glad you enjoyed the panel and that you came to talk afterwards. Feel free to email me anytime and best of luck with your new blog!

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  2. Alexandra

    Loved your portion of the panel b/c you don’t brag, you speak in easy to understand terms, and you are so approachable.

    I’d say that anyway, even if I didn’t like you so much…and I do.

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    1. alexandra Post author

      Thank you, Alexandra. I’m a big believer in sharing what we love about social media and the ways we think they can be used best. I feel like Pinterest can be great if it’s used well. I was honored they asked me to speak about it, and thanks for coming! So nice to see a familiar face in the audience.

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