I first started blogging back in February of 2011, and honestly, it was lonely. No one tells you that, that it will be like writing into outer space for a few months before you start building relationships with other bloggers, and it can feel pretty bleak at first. So in May of 2011, when I saw an incoming link to my blog from a post at a then-unknown-to-me blog called Insideology, titled “Why Design Bloggers Love the Parsons Table” featuring my desk in my last apartment, I was so relieved and happy (I even felt a little famous!). Little did I know that our first comment interaction would end up being the beginning of, dare I be so cheesy, a beautiful friendship. Also, it’s amazing that we have documentation of the exact moment we became friends! Annie and I have spent the last two and a half years emailing incessantly, gossiping like girlfriends at a sleepover. She’s even sent me a gold fish candle in the mail, in case you had doubts about the seriousness of our relationship or her overall fabulousness.
Through Annie, I got to meet basically everyone else I know from blogging. Lauren, Sam, Nina, Theresa, Sue, Aga, Chi, and then everyone else that I’ve met through those connections. Annie was the main key link to all of it. I’ve even met Lauren and Sam in person! But not Annie. Not until this past weekend, when we met up in New York, and spent the day walking and talking and drinking and eating and, for my part, generally swooning over how perfect both she and Richard, her husband, are.
We of course visited Carrie Bradshaw’s stoop in the West Village, walked the whole High Line end to end, had a delicious and filling brunch, drank big pints of beer in the beer garden underneath The Standard Hotel, and the whole day went way too quickly. Seeing her for the first time, as she snuck up behind me out front of the restaurant where we ate brunch, was surreal and magical and normal all at the same time. Here she was, this person I knew so well, finally! After all this time! It was overwhelming but also sort of like I’d just seen her the week before and we were catching up for brunch as if we’d done it a million times before. And while I’d worried on the drive up that we’d have painfully awkward lapses in conversation, or that, as I’d suspected all along, I wouldn’t be cool enough for her and Richard, the whole day was perfect. The weather was an unseasonably warm 70 and sunny with not a cloud in the sky, and there wasn’t a single awkward silence to be found. We all laughed like old friends, only two of us happened to have amazing British accents that are just so dreamy. (And honestly, I’m no where near cool enough to rub elbows with Annie and Richard, but they must have still been jet-lagged, because they didn’t seem to notice.)
She left me with two Aero bars and a Cadbury caramel bar that I devoured in roughly 14 hours, as well as the warmest, fuzziest feeling ever. I can’t wait to see them again. Over brunch, Richard said, “I’m benefitting quite a lot from this ‘blogging’ thing.” And I wanted to be all, DUDE ME TOO!!, but I cooly nodded in agreement. Because, dude. Me too.