As of January 4, I've lived in New York for one year. While I could measure my year in friendships, slices of pizza, or the $20,000 I've spent in rent money, movies are perhaps the best measure because when I think about the ones I've seen for the first time this year I remember where I was, who I was with, and the emotions I felt. From a snowy night near Central Park to a flight from Dallas to Kansas City, here are the movies I watched in 2017:
As the year comes to a close, we all have a tendency to reflect on the twelve months past. Where did we start? Where did we end up? And are we where we thought we would be? The musical Rent asks the question, "How do you measure a year?" For me, it could be measured in the slices of New York pizza I've eaten or the less idyllic – the literal $20,000 I've spent on rent. For me, this year is all wrapped up in where it started: I want to tell you guys the story of how I moved to New York.
This is the story of how I saved as much money as could, maxed out my American Express with a security deposit for an apartment I never saw in person before signing a 6-month lease for it, quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to New York with $4,000 to my name and hoped I found what I was looking for.
For starters, a job.
In the three times I dined at Bouchon, I made some of the best memories of my life. What did I have to eat? It doesn't matter.
News of Bouchon's closing came to me from a friend who I made through dining there. She was the server that waited on my mom and I during our first trip to Bouchon in April 2016. At the time I lived in Kansas City and after feeling like I had lived out the same weekend every week for a year, I needed a change. I had never been to California so one morning at work I opened my laptop and bought the plane ticket. Funny how California seems like a court of last resort, holding a vague glittering promise of something better in the sunny days and shadows of its ubiquitous palm trees.
By Kathryn Greene