{art deco for days // a love note in the airport // a girl and her kindle book}
{a buckled-in chinchilla for a car ride // a mango jugo // an insomniac's morning view}
as the polar vortex spun the northeast winds, i ate pollo tropical (fast food cuban) with my sister in a sea of amazing sit-down restaurants, and sat on a beach with a starbucks cup in hand. life was good. i've spent the past few days catching up with J in scarsdale, but it's back to the apartment life (and the bachelor, and the season premier of girls) tonight.
"the only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance."
- alan watts
