Sunday, November 2, 2014


{bowling with my boos}

"deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. she did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up to the portholes. but each morning, when she awoke, she hoped it would arrive that day.…"
- gustave flaubert, from not that kind of girl 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

sounds good to me: a fall weekend.

{hoboken honeys}

{halloween 5k-ing on roosevelt island}

{halloween puppy parade and now i want all of the pups}

{cruising through east village + hester street fair's bedford and bowery bazaar}

{brooklyn bowl + birthday boys}

"we don't learn to love each other well in the easy moments. anyone is good company at a cocktail party. but love is born when we misunderstood one another and make it right, when we cry int he kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, i love you." 
- shauna niequist 

Monday, October 27, 2014


{truth on concrete}

"let yourself be flawed."
- alex elle

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

hump-day thoughts and weekend wandering.

{in lieu of hibernation}

{weekend visit from the fam}

{housewarming + my slapping da bag inauguration}

 {FPOP at spice market + treatin' yoself is always good}

{central park --> soho --> west village}

i was chatting with a few friends the other day about how this semester has gone by SO dang quickly.  it feels like i was just stepping off the international flight from europe to jfk a few days ago, standing in line in customs for hours before i was released to the rhythm of the taxis and tourists on the midtown streets.  the weird thing is that the first year of this program seemed to go by really slowly, each new city experience constantly reminding me that i'm not from here, each new grad school flop reminding me how new this field is to me.  but now, i question how long one has to be in this city to call oneself a new yorker and could board the train at 125th with my eyes closed.  it went by slowly at first and is going by too quickly now but i feel like i've been here a million years.  it's funny how time does that. 

sometimes i wonder when i'll be settled, and if i should be settled, and what does "settled" actually mean?  i'm in my early 20s, so should i be traveling the world because i won't have time when i'm old?  or was this summer the extent of my adventures before my quarter life crisis?  will i be part of one of those traveling-yet-can-still-hold-a-stable-job-down couples that i so admire?  when this 2 year program is over, will i even stay in the next place for the next 2 years?  do i want to stay in new york?   do i even like new york?  the times are a-changing and so are the questions that i ask myself day in and day out, over coffee and midterm exams and job fairs slowly creeping up our backs. 

the parents came this weekend and i spent most of it wandering through the most southern streets of manhattan.  a little bit of street art, a lotta bit of loving, and a much-needed weekend to bring myself back to the ground. 

"i want to feel my life while i'm in it."
- meryl streep 

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