T-minus 4 Months | Fears, Preparations & Giddy-ness Galore

I finally bought my ticket home (to Orlando).

My official last day in NYC is December 26th 2017. 

I’ve said that aloud probably a million times and it still feels unreal. But the ticket confirmation is chillin’ right there in my email inbox. The points I used from my credit card have been deducted. It must be true. Continue reading

A New Yorker: 17 Days

It’s been one of those days where I’m not sure how it got to be 10:40pm when I just woke up like 10 minutes ago. One of those days where everything just kind of blurs together. Looking back on it I didn’t pay attention to the violinist and mandolin players at my station this morning even though I get super psyched every time they show up in the morning. I didn’t pay attention to Chinatown’s typical “Bags, wallet, glasses” calls as I rushed past the same people I see every single day (these same people have seen me come and go from the subway every day for the past 2.5 years… Surely they remember me by now). I didn’t pay attention to how I intentionally stayed out of the shadowy part of the block on my mid-day walk. It was chilly again. And I definitely didn’t think twice about the man inside the N train performing what I can only assume was one of Shakespeare’s monologues in a baseball cap and a Universal Orlando jacket. I was too busy trying to pay attention to my podcast; my ear buds blaring. I didn’t notice and now the day is gone.

A New Yorker: 18 Days

 

Stoop for days & the nook

It’s a lovely day outside –IF– you’re sitting in the nook with an open window. Mostly because it’s really windy and all the debris has been flying into my eyes all day. There’s a lot of dust and dirt and sand. Not to mention random trash blown from over-flowing tash cans.  BUT… Seeing as how I am sitting in-doors in my cushion-y nook enjoying the breeze calmly filter in, I’m very much enjoying the weather. It’s sunny. Warm. Rare. Continue reading

A New Yorker: 19 Days

A Lady in White On My Way to the Subway

 

She doesn’t walk so much as glides. White cloth covers her head to toe. Knee high white leather boots with a heel just high enough. A knee length lace embellished white dress with flowy sleeves reaching down to her fingertips. A white scarf gently covers her neck. A white head wrap completely covering her head. White squared rimmed glasses framing her [blue?] eyes. A long white umbrella with a white  wooden hook hangs effortlessly from her wrist. She strolls along the sidewalk. Keeping a pace suggesting she’s got nowhere to be.  A small child hanging from her arm – the colors from his shirt creating a huge splash of contrast with her angel-like appearance.