JayZ wasn't lying!

I did it...I finally up and moved to New York City.  I can hardly believe it myself.  With my postponed arrival date I was beginning to go crazy at home.  The excitement had long worn off!  Last week I was a bundle of anxious nerves and emotions...crying at any thought of my unknown future.  But I'm so proud of myself...day one in NYC was a dry one as far as my tear ducts are concerned!

I took the red eye last night...along with an Ambien.  When I woke up I was across the country and had remnants of snacks I don't recall eating all over me.  I also had the contact info of the daughter of the lady I was sitting next to.  I'm not really sure how and why that came into my possession?!  I'm just crossing my fingers it wasn't because I agreed to some weird set up or something!  (I'm also crossing my toes, and hoping I didn't offer up my own contact info!)

The weather has already turned pretty brisk here so I borrowed my friends down parka and headed out trying to act like a local.  I looked more loca than local.  I got more than one comment similar to this, "Ha! Yeah - you already broke out the big coat.  I guess you're really cold.  Ha!" - I couldn't help but laugh at myself.  And then as I sat attempting to understand the lame compass on my Iphone and which direction it was trying to tell me I was going - I had a few nice gents offer their help.  I'll have to say that New Yorkers get a bad rap...they've been nothing but helpful to me since the moment I got here.  Wait...I take it back...sort of.  While I was waiting for the subway and thinking about all the great things I'm going to accomplish here I heard the loudest, longest, and most disgusting burp from across the platform.  Without even a thought about ignoring the nastiness like everyone else did -I all of a sudden heard a gasp coming from my own mouth practically as loud as the burper!  I think more people looked at me then they did him.  I can't help it...mama raised me right!


I gotta admit...I think I'm in love.  I'll even take all the grody behavior!  I've got to find some housing, some clients, and other things...but I did officially make my first NYC friend.  Things are off to a great start!

Daily Dose of Esteem from the BFF

   Briti says when I go to New York I can be anything I want to be.  Making all my preparations for the big move is overwhelming some days.  On those days Brit gives me the pep talk that I need to get my head back in the game.  The other day she told me,"Tristen, in New York you can be anything you want to be.  You can be classy!"  She was dead serious too!
  Then today as I was talking with her about some of my plans for the city and some of the things I wanted to write about she said something like this, "Tristen - why don't you write a colum or something about How to Loose a Guy in 10 Days.  You're really good at all sorts of stuff like that" Ahh gee Brit....I'm glad someone's got some faith in my skills!
 Ohh New York City....we all can't wait to see what you bring.

The Plan

So I've busily been tying up all my loose ends here in California.  I even packed up all my skinny goal clothes and told myself I can bring them back out when I'm actually close to reaching 118lbs! (Hey be proud of me...I finally upped the goal from 105)  I feel like I really am going to be able to achieve this realistic approach to life and be successful at it.
So here's the plan.  I'm going to head off to the Big Apple and start up my lashing business there.  Everyone needs lashes right?  If I really work hard I know I can do it.  I've got a few months of savings to get by on and I figure I'll give myself till December to make it work.  And if I can't get it together financially...then I come back home.  No biggie.  I give it an honest shot and see what comes.
My poor mother, I'm sure I've sent her to bed yet again.  She's trying her best to be supportive and happy for me.  I knew she had some opinions dying to come out as she nodded with a forced smile of support.  "If you come back - you're going to get your teaching credential."  Oh bless her...I might be her most obedient child yet oddly the child she spends the most time on her knees for.  I don't know why.  I always tell her not to worry, it'll all turn out just fine.  I think if I'm not worried about my life, then she sure shouldn't be.  It's gotten really bad though.  Every now and again I'll have a rough day and need to talk it out with an unwelcome tear or two.  I only use my mom as a sounding board as a last resort.  My tears put her to bed for at least a week after she consoles me.  It's all too much for her.  Like I said...bless her heart.
Knowing that I've worked really hard for the past year and half building up Fabulash, I decided I would fly home every month or so to service my clients.  If New York ends up being a bust I don't want to come back and start from scratch again!  There are a whole lot of unknowns...but I can hardly wait!

Set me free why don't you babe...

So I'm doing it.  I'm finally going to be able to check it off my "Live What You Love List!"  I'm moving to New York.  You might be wondering if I have a ton of friends there awaiting my arrival...nope.  Or maybe you're thinking I have a great job opportunity that I just can't pass up...nope again.  I just want to do it...so I'm doing it!  I mean I'm about to turn 31!  THIRTY ONE!  It's embarrassing but at the same time liberating!  Thank heavens 30 is almost outta here.  Being 30 years old is that unspoken deadline we all know about.  Of course I thought it 'all' would happen by the time I left my twenties.  And by 'all', I mean: marriage, kids, career, life, etc. etc.  Yeah well surprise surprise - I can't check one of those things off my list.
But this is where the freedom rolls in.  I'm done!  I can let it all go!  I have been set free by the death trap of dread and can finally go back to living my life.  I mean I remember last year at about this time.  The optimist in me thought maybe- just maybe with only days left before I reached 30 -I'd be united with the man of my dreams and we'd elope with only moments to spare before the big 3-0 was imprinted on my life forever.
Hogwash!  Enough of that idealism crap.  I'm opening my eyes to a sweet dose of reality and I'm in love!  I'm not bitter.  There's not a bitter bone in my body.  I don't feel entitled.  I'm a good girl and my good things will come to me when the time is right.  I'm just perfect.  I'm perfectly happy.
So the conclusion is...what a perfect time to begin the next adventure!  31 never looked so good!!  I can hardly wait.

Lost and Found

   Wanna know why I haven't posted in sooo freaking long???  Cause life has been MORE than boring.  Life has been great and filled with happiness nevertheless...but oh soooo boring!!! But now I feel like I should be singing my current anthem from MASE, "Welcome Back" - because ladies and gents life is about to have some excitement real soon here...I'm back!

   I've been lashing it up for the last year and my business has grown so much.  I love getting to know my clients better and making them feel extra fancy and fun.  It has kept me super busy while living in Huntington Beach which I'm very grateful for.  I moved to HB to get out of my comfort zone for a while.  I thought it'd be good for me.  But guess what...I LIKE my comfort zone.  I LIKE being around people that already know I'm obnoxious and love me anyways, I LIKE being with my family and married friends.  So in short...I'M OVER HB!!!  It was fun while it lasted...

  Only yesterday I got home from a last minute trip to NEW YORK.  And guess what I found there?  I found my freaking SOUL!  I've always wanted to live in NYC and after last weekend I don't know how I can't move out there.  So I'm just going to do it.  I'm going to go for the fall and stay till Christmas.  I was born for New York...and now I'm gunna start living!!!!