April can be divided into three parts by Instagram: moving, travel, and work.

1. New rug for the new apartment!
2. First brunch — relaxing with crossword puzzles
3. My color-coded bookshelf and wall art
4. The sunset view from my bedroom

5. Glamour shot with the NYC skyline
6. Travel light, travel often.
7. Brooklyn Italian markets. Sold.

8. Rough day at the remote office — covering the National Science Bowl
9. Sunday night stint in Baltimore at Woodberry Kitchen
10. Developed a canister of film from four years ago… apparently from UCLA graduation!
11. Post-science bowl coverage ramen at Daikaya DC.

Hope you’re all having a fabulous day! And follow along on Instagram if you aren’t already. I promise, there will be food.

Weekend Scenes


This past weekend, I moved into a new apartment.

I was planning on writing, cooking, and taking photos like it was my job. Well, it is my job.

But it’s amazing how much stuff you can acquire over the course of two years.

I gave Claire an asymmetrical braid. It didn't turn out half-bad.

These photos are from the past two weekends in DC — crazy and beautiful.

Today, it was 90 degrees.

Pretty Shaeds.

Anyway, I’ll be on my regular posting schedule next week. I haven’t exactly had the time to cook up a storm for the blog, but I have some apartment photos and other surprises on the calendar.

If you’re in DC, try to stay cool. An April summer is always rough.


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Here are my 12 favorite moments from March, compliments of Instagram.

Lots and lots of Miami Instagrams this month.

If you want to check out the rest, or follow me (YAY!), check out @gurrity on Instagram.

Throwback Thursday

I just needed to share this gorgeous 1926 photo from a favorite blog of mine, Ghosts of DC.

Happy Thursday! Can you wait for this week to be over? Because I’d kill for a long weekend right now.



Just a summary of my busy month, in Instagrams. Hover over each photo for its caption.

And if you’re not following me on le Instagram, please do! I’ll follow you back :)


Anyway, I must get back to a Google freelance project. My summer trip to Norway won’t pay for itself.

My family, and New York


When my grandmother was a little girl, she lived in a pretty and stylish brownstone in Brooklyn with her mother, father, and two uncles. Her father worked hard, and her mother was a teacher from a fairly well-off family, who didn’t think twice about dropping $100 on bright feathered Dior hats in the late 1940s (I even brought a few of them home in their original hat boxes). Anyway, point being, she was fabulous.

One of my grandmother’s uncles worked near the Waldorf Astoria, and while he was passing the hotel entrance, he noticed a sparkle in the sidewalk. Wedged in between the sidewalk tiles, he picked out what appeared to be a diamond, lost from its bracelet or ring or necklace, or wherever it came from. So, being the honest Irish Catholic that he was, he brought the gem to the front desk of the Waldorf, and told them that he had no idea if it was a diamond or a shard of glass, but asked the concierge to hold the diamond in case anyone reported it missing. Good deed for the day? Check.

Fast forward two years. The concierge at the Waldorf Astoria contacts my great-great uncle (I’m not sure how accurate that is — I’ve never really understood genealogy titles in English) and tells him that he’s held on to the rock for two years, and that no one claimed it, so it belonged to its finder. So Uncle MacIntyre goes back to the hotel, picks up the gem, and takes it to a jeweler, who confirmed that it was, in fact, a diamond.

He had the diamond made into a ring, which he gave to his brother’s wife (my great-grandmother).

My grandmother now wears the diamond on a gold necklace.

She first told this story about a year ago, when I was visiting California and having dinner with the rest of the Gerrity family. It was a story that she hadn’t even told her own children yet, and something that she remembered when I came home, glowing purely from talking about the possibility of moving to New York.

I do admit that I am smitten with the wistful love for New York that the converted-Californian New Yorkers have. The feeling I get when I can sense my grandma’s excitement about my prospects of moving to New York sometime in my twenties is comforting, opportunistic, and inspiring. Her excitement is bright as day. And for the past few years, she’s been pushing me to visit my great aunt and uncle — earlier in January, I finally saw the twentieth floor one-bedroom apartment on Central Park West that they’ve owned, now, for upwards of forty years.

And my grandmother uses the same words to describe every minute detail when she talks about it, which is, essentially, every time I talk to her and New York comes up in conversation. So I’m pretty excited to catch up with friends and family, but I might be even more excited that my grandma can talk about the full circle connections between California, DC, and New York in our family — it’s so easy to tell how much it means to her.

I wrote this post while sitting on a train to the big city, a trip temporarily delayed in scheduling but not in sincerity. I couldn’t wait to fall in love with that city again, and then to spend the next few weeks wistfully frustrated that I’m not living in New York. If I told you I didn’t spend the week after that trip plotting a move to New York, I’d be lying.

Baby steps. New York, I ‘ll see you soon. And one day, I will be saying that every morning.

Around Town: Taan

Taan DC

Being an H Street girl (by way of Dupont), one of the many reasons I fell in love with my neighborhood had to do with a little Taiwanese ramen shop called Toki Underground. It was hip, had good music, and even more amazing food. And before Toki, I didn’t know ramen got much better than dried in an orange bag at 4 AM during finals week.

But… I was wrong.

Taan DC

I checked out Northwest DC’s newest ramen shop with a couple of close friends, one of whom had heard that it opened on the down-low. So we headed over, and for whatever reason, I was under the impression that it was a creation of Toki’s chef, Eric Bruner Yang (I found out on a second trip to Taan that they’re actually direct competitors, which made more sense).

Anyway, everything was phenomenal. We started off with a few cocktails in the upstairs waiting area — I had a vodka cocktail infused with some sort of lavender syrup. Their cocktail menu changes with the seasons, so I’m not sure if they still have the same one.

Taan DC

Taan DC

They have a number of great ramen dishes — I opted for a duck ramen option, though their vegetarian bowl was great too.

Taan DC

Anyway, this isn’t much of a restaurant review, as the post is belated. All in all, it makes a great date restaurant, and is a relatively undiscovered gem in Adams Morgan. I’d go back (and I have). And it isn’t always super busy, though that may change if they start publicizing more.

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