Let me introduce myself...

Side note, I started this blog over a year ago but never found the time to really write. Jump ahead to one year later and I finally finished/amended my first entry. Here it is:

Hmm...where do I begin? Love, life, career? It's been an uphill battle ever since moving to New York City. But I haven't regretted a moment of it. I remember every person, adventure, mishap and heartbreak along the way. They say this city makes a person hard. As much as I agree, the city also makes you stronger. It tests your commitment, integrity and endurance every step of the way. If it weren't for the friends I made, my amazingly supportive family and my own self-awareness, I don't know if I would've lasted in the city. There is an energy in NYC that is unequaled anywhere else. Once your here, your addicted. Sure its crowded, dirty, loud and often times scary, but its also amazing.

Ok, a little about me. I was born and raised in Sunny South Florida. Needless to say, winters are still a struggle! I graduated top of my class. Started college a year ahead with a full scholarship and graduated Magna Cum Laude with degree in Music. So, I ask, how is it I now make a living slinging drinks and formulating cocktail recipes in New York City? My mother had aspirations for me to be a music teacher, and for a time I was. I'd teach voice and piano privately by day, then slip on some skimpy outfit or cocktail dress and rush to sing for whatever private event, night club or wedding by night. It was safe. I was in South Florida, my hometown. It kept my parents from worrying about me and my bills paid. For the most part, I was content. I had a entirely different life and lifestyle before moving to the city. I was a serial monogamous with little time between boy-friends. I fell into the same routine when first moving to NYC. Being in a relationship was stability (no matter how dramatic the relationship) in a very unstable place.

Anyway, after a couple of years I ditched the boy-friend, settled into a reliable income at a nice, respectable restaurant, put my band together, even made a CD and got a nice apartment, but my love life was a tangled web. I was independent, making good money & living a comfortable life. I was loving being single with all it's freedom. I wasn't accountable to anone but myself. My girl-friends (and some guy friends) were the only relationships of importance and value. BUT I'm a girl who always wanted it all! I guess I started to miss having that special someone. (not to mention satisfying, regular sex with a person who actually cares about you) Just when I was ready to give up the search (a very loooong list of romantic disappointments) I got swept off my feet by a frenchman. Nearly one year later, I have uprooted my entire life to live with him in Paris for a time. I don't speak the language. I don't know the culture and I don't have a job! Well I've always followed my heart. It gave me the courage to move to New York and now it brought me here, to Paris. It can be isolating at times, so I write. I write about my past and present experiences in the bar business, as a musician, romance & heartbreak, life's struggles and incredible moments, partying it up as a single chic and finally learning how to adjust to an entirely new life of domestication.