When I left for New York, I imagined it would be similar to my Europe trip, in the sense that I would be taking pictures everywhere, and posting all the time. Instead I find myself becoming so distracted exploring that I forget to take my camera out. I’m at Martha from 9 to 6 everyday and it takes me about 45 min to get to and from work. Weeknights mean I have time for maybe one little excursion. But I tend to come home and get in bed my 11:30. I’m still trying to pinpoint the exact moment I became an “adult” but I think being ready for bed before midnight is a pretty good sign pointing to grown-up territory. yikes. I find myself watching and absorbing and taking everything in at every moment. I feel so at ease here, which surprises me because big cities seem like the kind of thing to stress people out. I’m a fan of NYC.
I walked by a few different flower stands the past week and they just put a smile on my face, literally. I realized I don’t think I’ve ever been given flowers…but I already know I’d be a sucker. All I ever want at any given moment is fresh flowers and thats a fact.