Diving in.

Rosa Mexicano, wall art of cliff divers

Rosa Mexicano, wall art of cliff divers

This past weekend we planned to meet-up with Sarah Protzman Howlett, author of the blog NewNewYorkers as well as two books about New York. It was nice to meet her in person after having read nearly every one of her posts for insight prior to moving here. She had the adventure she set out in search of and moved back home to Colorado with a new Irish husband and the distinguished pleasure of adding book author to her resume. Although I applaud her courage in moving to New York as a single female, without a job, or a place to live, and also for choosing to leave on her own terms – I hope she’s wrong when she says in her blog that 3 1/2 years in NYC is “everything anyone moving from far away to fulfill a dream would want.”

I think I am going to want more. I think I already do. I’m not sure what my dream is but I know that the fulfillment is out here somewhere. Maybe it’s just being here on this goose chase. Everyone is always so surprised when I tell them I’m from Texas and I have only been here for four months and I LOVE IT. They want to hear about my culture shock, my inability to adjust, and my sorrow for having moved here in the first place. I don’t know how but Paul and I really did dive right in to this new life. We embraced it full on and as of now we are in it for the long haul.

Lunch at Rosa Mexicano

Lunch at Rosa Mexicano: Steak Fajitas, Chicken Quesadillas, guacamole

But talking to Sarah did make me think about the things I miss back in Texas: family, friends, my running group, my students, the ease of life – always knowing everything about the city, and of course my kind of Tex-Mex.  So it was really lucky that when I got hungry we were a block away from Rosa Mexicano. They filled my belly with table side guacamole, chicken quesadillas, steak fajitas and warm tortillas (and they scored an A with just 4 pts!). Lunch was fabulous but venturing into Chelsea and entertaining ourselves with the architecture, the window shopping, Chelsea Piers, & Chelsea Market was even better. We walked and wandered so much I was too tired to go up to the High Line, which is an elevated park in Chelsea. Another time I suppose.

Here are a few snapshots demonstrating how such different styles fit together in NYC in or around Chelsea.


About clarissa

I'm a girl from Texas living in New York since October 2010. I fell in love with New York City on a business trip here in April 2009. I had to drag my husband along for the ride at first but just a few hours on his own while I was at the conference and he was completely on board. He began texting me mundane things like the price of milk and the quality of produce so that I could see it wasn't so much different than Austin. What are the chances that after just one week in New York two people would leave with the exact same resolution to one day live there? We did. Just about 18 months later we signed a lease on a new apartment and started a new chapter in our lives. This blog will hopefully give me a chance to document our adventures in New York as well as to share my perspective on the same using photos and stories. enjoy.
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2 Responses to Diving in.

  1. Hey! It was great to meet you and Paul. Can I repost this on my blog?

    • clarissa says:

      Sarah – We really enjoyed chatting with you too! It was so surreal. Thank you so much for sharing your story with us and of course you can repost this. The weather really cleared up for you and your LI trip! I hope the rest of your visit went splendidly!

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