Her Life May as Well Be a Rom-Com

“I actually still have a key because my girlfriend moved in with my best friend and former roommate — it’s not a movie; it’s my life,” said Lindon, 28.

“I moved out, put down new roots in Brooklyn partly to be close to my girlfriend, but then she got a job in the West Village and found a great spot to live near work ... it just happened to be my old apartment, in my old room, with my best friend.”

Her latest project, “Lady Liberty,” a comedy inspired by life experiences like this, had its premiere at the 2019 Tribeca Film Festival.

LOFTY THOUGHTS: I go out on Saturday nights and live my best life until it hits midnight, and then I’m like, “Gotta go home.” I wake up around 9 in my studio’s loft, in what has been deemed “the mezz.” My girlfriend came up with it, and my mom laughed when she heard it, so it’s become this joke among the three of us.

I rise from the mezz and make a little breakfast for myself. I’m not great at stocking the kitchen, but I do like to treat myself to some nice bread, so if I have any left from the week, I’ll slice a piece and toast it up, put on some butter, and I’m very happy. I take my warm buttery toast to my desk to squeeze in a little work before I start my adventure day.

A LEADER REFLECTS: I hop on my single-speed bike, which is bad for my knees but so good for my brand. I cut through Fort Greene Park, and stop to watch the people play tennis. I was MVP of my high school tennis team, but my coach made it very clear to me, and the entire assembly where it was presented, that it was not for my tennis skills but for my leadership skills. So, I like to watch people play and, you know, remember that.

NOSTALGIA TRIP: I ride over the Manhattan Bridge, toward the West Village, and as I’m biking I usually listen to that week’s episode of my podcast called “Happy Campers.” It’s basically the ultimate summer camp-themed podcast that I co-host with my camp friend Sammy Moskowitz.

I went to a tiny all-girls camp in Denmark, Maine, called Camp Walden. My mom went there, too, and my sister. It’s a really special spot. It’s where I learned to embrace my goof.

CROISSANT FIX: I spent five years living in the West Village, and it’s a magical place. I’m always happy to be back. I pop into Patisserie Claude on West 4th Street because that’s my spot. It’s right across the street from my old apartment, and I went there, like, every day. They know my order but not my name, and I’m totally fine with that. Kind of. Claude’s has given me the gift of stability and an addiction to croissants.

BALLERS: After that, I like to go with Natalie — my BFF/former roommate/camp friend — to the West 4th Street basketball courts. It’s where the best players go to show off their skills. We really enjoy dressing up in our little basketball gear and hitting the courts as two vaguely athletic Jewish girls, who toss the ball back and forth as we gab about our moms.

FASHION BLISS: I like to stop by my favorite clothing store on Bleecker Street called Marine Layer. Their clothes are so damn soft. I found this place right when I moved to the Village because everyone in there was so chatty and fun, and I just wanted to be their friend and wear their clothes. Over the years, a couple of those people have become close friends.

I pop in there and I mix and match a couple items from the gals’ side and the guys’ side. That’s my fashion bliss.

TECATE TIME: I head to Cubbyhole on West 12th Street with my girlfriend, Mimmi; we make a big statement when we walk in because she’s 6-foot-1 and Swedish, and I’m me. We usually meet a couple of friends there.

Cubbyhole is kind of like a New York gay gals clubhouse; it’s a tiny bar with a bunch of crazy ornaments hanging from the ceiling. I also like a good Tecate with lime; yes to the salt.

GET READY FOR CAMP: I’ll ride back to Fort Greene. I’ll order a bunch of Chinese food for myself, get cozy on the couch, and watch “Saturday Night Live” from the night before. Comedy plus beef plus broccoli equals happiness. In order to not get Sunday Scaries, or SNS — Sunday Night Syndrome — as my sister and I deemed it as little kids, I go right to bed so I can feel excited and rested for the week ahead.

I want to feel good for my Monday gig at Camp, a family experience store where I get paid to be a counselor. It’s the closest I can get to camp in New York City.

This article originally appeared in The New York Times.