Every Day Forever

I’m still processing a lot of my Paris photos, with which I will no doubt deluge you in a few days. In the meantime, I would like to take this opportunity to tell the world that my first thought upon experiencing this afternoon’s earthquake (it was terrifying, you guys. I’m a midwesterner living in New York City; earthquakes are not part of my weltanschauung) was oh my god I am so glad I’m wearing flats today.

It’s emotionally painful because it’s true. Brilliantly realized by Kris Atomic.

I’m going to Paris tomorrow. It’s a work trip, to be fair, but one of the beautiful things about my job is that trips to Paris are part of it. Trips where in fact the point of the trip is to stay at a no-doubt beautiful hotel and eat remarkable food and generally exist, albeit with my journalistic powers of observation and absorption switched on, for as long as I can physically stand it, or until it is time to fly home, whichever comes first.

It’s amazing to me sometimes that Writer is a real job. Even more so things like Food Writer and Travel Writer, where you receive a paycheck for doing the things that most of the world engage in for pleasure and escape. Eating dinner! Going to Paris! It’s excruciatingly difficult to talk about certain parts of my job without sounding like a tremendous ass. It’s even difficult to complain about the difficulty. I mean, yes, I go to meetings, and I think about budgets, and I use (with pleasure, as it happens, and great abandon) corporatespeak acronyms like EOD and ROI and LOE, and I draft memos exhorting people to not forget that it is never, never okay to put two spaces after a piece of terminal punctuation, not ever. But then also there are the parts where someone is like Hello! Would you like to go to Paris to check out a new hotel? And I am like Yes! Yes actually I would be pretty okay with that, thanks.

A few weeks ago my boyfriend Jim said he wanted to be with me “every day, forever.” Awwww. Then I was like, look, if I am going to have an extremely awesome home and life blog, complete with beautiful photos and some sort of kickass layout, I need to not be on Blogspot anymore. And I kind of can’t handle Tumblr. So here we are. Every Day Forever.

If Jim and I ever break up, this blog title is going to be so awkward.

For the past eight years (oh my god I’m so old) I’ve been blogging at rsgo.blogspot.com. This is my new home. Isn’t it pretty?