Thursday Travels

Yesterday Swarm (aka Fourquare) informed me I had been to JFK six times in 4 consecutive weeks. And I usually fly LaGuardia…

My travel-sized toiletries haven’t left my carry-on bag, I know which shoes are most suitable for both quick removal at the airport AND looking fancy in a client meeting. I know what (very very limited) gluten-free options are available, and I know to wear at least three layers for easy piling on and peeling off.

Now I’m an advertiser, not a consultant, so I wouldn’t claim to be as experienced as those (smart as hell) Deliotte, PWC, Bane, BCG, McKinsey folks. My best friend, bless her, lives the NY>SF bicoastal life (and has mad status). It can be super exciting, and don’t even get me started on the travel perks…

But, despite my line of work, the last two years have been a chockfull of professional and personal travel. Minneapolis, Miami, LA, Chicago, North Carolina, Bali, Singapore, Punta Cana, Austin, India, Cleveland, Toledo, Baltimore, Washington DC, Virginia, Phoenix, Ann Arbor. Next week I’m off to Binghamton.

If you asked me four years ago, I would’ve told you that New York was a two-to-three-year plan. Mr.P and I would work our tails off for a while, and then move to a more livable city. We thought about Chicago. We thought about Portland (even though we’ve never been there). San Francisco (even though I’ve never been there).

In the meantime, we traveled – mostly for work. And although work trips don’t necessarily afford you the opportunity to explore and get to know a city, you naturally get a gist. You see the people, you sense the attitudes, you taste the food. You see the roads, and the greenery, and the fashion.

Every city I visited, I asked myself “could we live here?” And even cities that we used to consider no-brainers, somehow didn’t feel right. They were too cold, or too hot, or too cloudy. The people were too singular, or in-your-face, or asked things like “what do Indian people eat for breakfast?” And every time our trips came to a close, as the plane descended on New York and the Empire State Building was shining, even through the fog (it’s not smog!), we were filled with the undeniable warmth of home.

Mr. P has been here since 2010, and me since 2011, and it’s just getting sweeter as the years go by. Your friends just get closer, your neighbors just get kinder, and you just get more comfortable.

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2013 – When Mr. P and I got engaged in Central Park.

So thank you – employers, friends, family, life – for taking us around, and in turn, making New York home.

Hugs,

A

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#ambishek [wedding photos]

I got a really special birthday treat yesterday. Twelve hundred vibrant, detailed, smile and laugh-inducing wedding pictures from our photographers at Making the Moment. Mr. P and I had the best time going through them last night – remembering the details that had fallen away as more and more epic moments took their place. But moments that, in retrospect, made the weekend all the more special, and all the more ours. We have about 450 photos that we’ll be sharing on Facebook, but for those of you that prefer brevity, and just want a quick synopsis, here you are!

I know we’ve said this 100 times (and we’ll be saying it once more when you finally get our thank you cards…), but our friends and family couldn’t have made the weekend any better. Thank you.

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Love,

A

Newly Married Life

I weirdly feel like this is my debut post. It’s been a while since I’ve been an active participant in Jointly, even though I’ve certainly been around. As you all know – if you’re one of our usuals – I got married just over three weeks ago.

Our wedding was somewhat of a miracle. We did a lot of planning, coordinating, and perfecting, but the weekend itself went off magically. Maybe it was the bride in me, I was obviously riding a huge, gorgeous, life-altering emotional wave, but I think others saw and felt the magic, too. It is cheesy for me to say that it all just felt right? Like it was meant to be? Maybe it’s the newly wed in me. (And now I’m rhyming).

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After our wedding, my husband (wuuuttt?), who will from now on be referred to as Mr. P, and I spent twelve days on our honeymoon. A big chunk in Bali, and a smaller bit in Singapore. I never realized how amazing it is to have nothing to think or worry about but the person you love. But it was incredible. My work email was silent (thank you!), my personal email was ignored, and my Instagram was only updated periodically. Silent, secluded, serene perfection.

Now that I’m back, people keep asking me whether life feels different. It’s such a polarizing question, because YES, of course. I am married. My last name on all of my social networks is Pai. Alongside my life-long family, I have a new family. And my “own family.” That’s the weirdest part. One day when people say “your family,” they will mean Mr. P plus whatever presently non-existent members we’ll have by then. That’s very different.

But it also feels the same. I guess after dating for a while you get into a rhythm that can’t really be undone. And I think that’s what makes committing to someone for the rest of time less scary. I asked Mr. P whether he felt like we were married the other day, and he said “NO!” And I don’t really either. We’re still young and in love and living life like it’s just one big experiment. Plus marriage is for old people…

Hugs,

A