Remembering my NYC life..

It's so funny how quickly you're life can change. I am sitting on my couch reading a blog from my old roomie the writer and thinking of how amazing my life was 5 years ago.

Fresh faced in NYC is where my journey began. Bar nights, a gay roommate, and the whole world at my toes. I won't pretend like I don't miss that. Going out until the sun came up, not quite sure how I got home safe and in one piece. Trannies telling me I am pretty for a girl. Jello shots spit on my face. Lesbians hitting on me on St. Patrics day, diner's in Chelsea, Panda Tuesdays, apartment break in's in Brooklyn, Bradley directing cab drivers how to get me home via my cell when I couldn't remember where I was or where I lived. Panda madness nights with beer, pizza and fake mustaches.. Eating spaghettio's out of a can by candle light because we were too broke and had no power. Having an amazing roommate and best friend. I will never forget the millions of good times we had. Regardless of the bad times (bedbugs, living in the ghetto, and a fight that lasted months until my mom made us make up)

NYC and 23 year old Lacee you will never be forgotten. No matter how much you've grown up since them. I will always remember my NYC life.