Before Nine

Outside of a bar
casual conversations
men that reached out their hand
have my false name
men that asked for my number
avoiding confrontation
avoiding conversations

The market
a familiar walk
his body behind me
his hands placed
by my ears
and I’m naked in a room,
I no longer love.
sealed by a window
I no longer
gaze out of
listening to a train
I can no longer hear

I thought you were dead,
and now I see you alive
I forgot the shape of your eyes
the texture of your hair
and suddenly I remember the
face that used to hide from mine.
Don’t call me man.
Don’t call me,


xx to myself.





My Little Place

There’s a specific place that I really enjoy spending time at lately, I discovered it through the social web and I can’t stay away. They have a very interesting set-up. From 7-5 they serve coffee, delicious pastries, in-house soups and filling sandwiches. Accompanying the food and coffee menu is a nice selection of wine and beer. From 5-12 the bustling morning cafe filled with writers, readers, students and those catching up, transitions into a candle lit, quaint bar.

The first time I was there I sat through the transition. Watching the staff light white candles and set them in the middle of the tables, hearing the music grow louder and louder.

The classic wood tables are reminiscent of my grandmothers kitchen table that held my morning eggs and drips of butter pecan ice creme. The floor to ceiling windows and peculiar seating allow you to enjoy the street view of an unfamiliar part of Chinatown. In New York finding a place that delivers amazing coffee and delicious in house food and, pastries is pretty difficult considering there are a lot to weed out. Not to mention the tourists don’t attract here therefore, most of the people here are local which is even more exciting.

Every now and then I would peek up from my notebook or laptop and I’d forget where I was, I’d forget that I was in Manhattan. Through the large glass windows you see fully grown trees covering any evidence of tall city buildings. The abundance of vinyls and random antique decor remind you of a modern take on the late 60’s or early 70’s. This place takes you away, to a place of stillness, romance, and exciting conversations. Its a house for all of those conversations and thoughts that are otherwise disturbed by the tourists or the big attractions that are hard to miss in a city like this.

A friend of mine went with me the very first time and we spent hours working on our creative outlets and chatting in-between. When the sun set and the candles were placed in the middle of the tables we put our books and pens away, shared glasses of wine, booze and had drowsy romantic conversations. We browsed the menu of pastas and cheese platters and decided against the offerings and left. We walked around Manhattan in the empty streets of forgotten parts of the city. The roads were lit with lamps that were blurred by the mist from the earlier rainfall and, we talked and walked down foreign streets the remainder of the night. Blushed and carefree.

Whenever I think of my little place, my “Little Canal”-I associate this sweet memory of this wonderful night that started in a bright, airy cafe that reminds me of my Grandmothers kitchen but, with nicer furniture and better music. I found my sweet little escape and I cant wait to spend more mornings, beginnings of romantic evenings and escapes from the annoyances of day to day life here in this sun filled home.

And HEY, it only took 8 months.

Windowless Bathrooms


The time that I spent living in Salt Lake City was quite brief. Just one hot summer with two amazing friends. I was working two jobs and just picked up a third, working in a coffee shop at the mouth of the canyons. Safe to say I was pretty tired, almost ALL of the time.

The apartment I lived in was quite old. It was historically the first apartment complex in Salt Lake City and because of that, it had a lot of quirks and a lot of character. The bathroom was especially interesting, the shower head was about four feet tall, requiring a slight bend at the knee in order to effectively shower. The tile was a tealish green and always sweating, wetting my heels and toes. The teal tile led up to a large window that stretched across one wall, overlooking a private school and the entire valley. Our apartment didn’t have air conditioning so in the summer, to avoid a fourth floor sauna, we’d sleep with the windows open. Laughs and cries of the children playing on the playground before school would echo into my bedroom, awaking me before I actually had to wake up. (Sounds pretty creepy now that I think about it).

I would crawl out of bed leaving my (ex) boyfriend and my puppy sleeping soundly, limbs and faces hanging outside of the covers to catch the cool breeze. Half-asleep, I was shuffling throughout the apartment doing my morning routine, with taps of Clyde’s paws hitting the hardwood floor behind me. I’d start with eating frozen strawberries and granola at the table, then sitting in the sunroom and playing tug-o-war or fetch with Clyde. Finally I’d hop in the shower entering the sunlit bathroom overlooking the school and the rest of the sleeping valley. The hot water rinsing down and off my body would create a cloud of steam, rising into the cracked ceiling kissing my upstairs neighbors floorboards.

There is something so captivating, so nostalgic about this particular time in my life. This one random very hot summer spent in Apartment 80. Living in New York (the place I’ve dreamt of living for years) I yearn and crave that window. Solitude. Easily escaping discomfort. Stillness. That still frame of my life, the times I spent in the cramped shower, seeing Clyde’s tail wagging back and forth underneath the shower curtain. Clyde’s rough spotted tongue licking off all the excess water as it puddles beneath me. My toes wiggling in the grout of the tile while getting chills from the opened window. Quiet.

Living in this wonderful city of ever-changing environments and thousands of people, the one thing I miss the most and the one hardest adjustment for me is windowless bathrooms. My morning routine today consists of me stumbling out of bed at 4:30 A.M and commuting the hour to work. There isn’t an overly crowded bed that I’m leaving, the sun isn’t awake, Clyde isn’t patiently waiting for me to leave the shower and more importantly there isn’t a moment that isn’t spent with other people. Even at 5 A.M there are people lingering outside of Bodegas as I walk down the street to work.

Where and how do I find my moments of stillness? My moments of bliss?

New York has taught me to find solitude in those spaces and places where you actually aren’t alone. It’s taught me to APPRECIATE windows in bathrooms but, also appreciate the little moments of solitude I find myself in.Whether I’m physically alone or not. It’s riding the very few above ground subways into Brooklyn, it’s spending time at my favorite cafe/bar, dancing in my kitchen to “The National” when both of my roommates are working, it’s sitting in the sauna at my gym singing.

Moving here, to this amazing city hasn’t taught me a life of luxury its taught me how to live a life of loneliness, and how to live a fast paced life while also counting the seconds in-between. Right now thinking about those seconds in-between is the only thing keeping me sane while enduring my first New York winter. The only thing keeping me sane.

Here we go

yeaWELL everyone, here we are its January 2018 and I’ve started a blog. It’s a strange time we’re all living in and it differs dramatically than the one we dreamt of when we were younger. I’ve never been one for “New Years resolutions” or the “new year, new me” but, I can say there is something quite satisfactory about the start of a new day, a Monday, a new month and well, a new year.

For those of you that don’t know me or do know me but don’t “know” me which is frankly more common nowadays. Here is a little information for you about my life.

My name is Sarah Jacqs. I am 20 years old living in Brooklyn, New York with a daily commute to Manhattan for work. At nineteen years old I hopped on a plane to New York. I left my serious relationship, my entire family, my cheap apartment and most of my belongings (only bringing a suitcase and my pillows). Let me tell you, I had a rough beginning but time has been forgiving and I’m truly blossoming in the new world I’m still creating.

Walking around Manhattan and Brooklyn is most likely my favorite hobby aside from writing. In New York, a walk down a couple of blocks or a quick subway ride and suddenly, I’m in a completely different world. That’s my favorite part of living here so far. I fall in love with people dangerously easily, I enjoy black coffee and, I am TERRIBLE at saving numbers and remembering people’s names. My laugh is uncontrollable and I’ve noticed lately that all of my jeans have stupid holes in the knees or other weird places. I love all kinds of flowers and plants and get giggly and turn into a child whenever I dwell in an environment where I’m surrounded by them. So if you ever want to make me smile, well anything with a leaf or thorn would be much appreciated and loved. I’m not the best at finishing books and by that I mean I never finish them BUT, I’ll read most of it and then talk about them as if I finished it. This last year I’ve really claimed my womanhood and taken hold of my title as a woman and what that means to me; not to other people. Often in times of discomfort and conflict I’ll repeat my mantra “I’m a goddamn woman” (and yes it makes me feel 10x better). I moved to New York as a dreamer and I’m still dreaming ya see.

So why did I decide to begin this blog? My goal is to use this website as a funnel for my personal life and experiences, my Brooklyn and Manhattan outings, interesting current events, my poetry/prose, pop-culture I’m interested in and most of all a place to share a piece of my life with all of you. The truth is, the everyday life of Sarah Jacqs is slightly entertaining in its clumsiness and curiosity whilst discovering little New York. I’ve come here to document the amusing moments on subways, the melancholy thoughts in my mind and the ups and downs of the everyday life of a regular shmegular woman.

(Hopefully a lot more ups than downs.)