m / wfh → mikayla craft party
t / office → pinas with mik → hill country w guests → pink flirtinis at grey dog → photobooth & canes → crash at hannah’s
w / bike home → back to office → muji & sunrise mart → nap → nyu games showcase
th / office → poke w julia → claire rosinkranz @ webster hall → julia hang 
f / corn coffee @ remi flower → home lunch → burly coffee wfh w ray → wfh → nap → radegast → desert 5 spot → hot dogs
s / volunteering at fort greene park → chinese food for lunch → grocery run → windy day at jones beach → clam bar din → keep julia company
s / home → chelsea flea market → raphael at the met → trader joes → hang out w athena

awesome friday: coffee with jaya and perfect sandwich at radio bakery. work from home making holograph and confetti cursor. then bike to williamsburg for apartment pregame → L train → dj launch party → bike → desert 5 spot til close → L train → lucinda’s → uber → home

slept all day saturday until i went to hannah’s and ate dumplings and did sporcle quizzes

even awesomer sunday: coffee at home → baked by neem’s in alphabet city → community garden tour & plant sale → bike over manhattan bridge → nyu itp showcase (i liked the subway car and poetic fermentation jar and dj guitar) → dinner at home → the drama at cinema village the best movie theater ever.

do unto others as you would have them do unto you

got a running list of things in my notes app that i should probably talk to a therapist about.

sex. superiority. staleness.
patience. blame. presence.

talking with mikayla about the importance of good friends. soul sisters. people who match you where you are and who are different in a way that complements you. 

back in town

3 days in office. free massage. 3 trays of naya. after work: levy gorvy, strand bookstand, mixue, tap room, photos, williamsburg rooftop, old mates

weekend: edith’s, athena’s 1st birthday, frannie’s 25th birthday, long nap, soho brunch mimosas → shopping → hockey game → hudson river park → citibike → tacos & ice cream → buckwild

everything goes right that needs to go right

april

30-3 palo alto
4-5 connecticut
17-18 maryland
23-27 indio

new tattoos on my knees
some things you can’t change
what would you do if you could do anything

connection to place
reconnection to people
permanence and transience
transience of place and feeling

do what’s best for you
spring is here!
put nails in the wall

the cherry blossoms help me remember

mosaic
driverite
williamsburg
knee tattoos
immune system
3k in taxes to nyc
dream about stella
american woodcock
wingspan bonus cards
private instagram story
anderson collection rothko

hide and seek
pushing on the swing
show me the leaves
picture on bear statue
counting concrete orbs
decomposing squirrel head

sitting on the back patio. 90 degrees in colorado but the shade is perfect and i sit until the sun is high enough at 12:30ish that the couch is in the sun and the tops of my feet start to burn.

i want a tattoo of the virgin mary, a horse, a cactus, something ornamental, a mermaid, a cheetah or a tiger, one of those classic ones that say mom on a ribbon over a heart. 

my dog sits on the couch with me, in the shade of the picnic table, in the sun of the back corner, in the shade by the tree. every time there’s a breeze she sniffs. 

march

1-5 nyc
6-9 cancun
10-18 nyc
19-29 boulder
30-3 palo alto

crying on 26th street, feeling dumb then feeling dumb for feeling dumb then feeling mean for feeling dumb for feeling dumb.

the dog and the lizard and the bear and they’re all coexisting, not following me or anyone else. wild horse, respect the autonomy. 

many happy lives. how do you like spending time alone. what’s selfish or easy or hard. 

inevitable change, immense gratitude. 
hug the horse & look out at the view.

buying souvenirs makes me feel like an adult. knowing a future where i never forget this and have 1000 more moments under my belt and on my shelves.

crisp twin bed. remember and cherish. dirty feet. young and nimble. sexy and holding each other and laughing out loud. folding table on a pile of seaweed at the water edge. grandiose and perfect. warm pool and blinding sun. 

cancun

ocean chasing its own tail. repetitive, joyful like puppies. random, rain or shine. gemma tells me everything it touches is public. my feet and my shoulders. again and again and again. 

my grandma told my dad she wants pictures of where we live. she’s sad she doesn’t know those simple everyday things like what our living room looks like.

blizzard number 2.

snow day in prospect park on aptly named “sledding hill”. there until the sun sets. 12 friends come.

hot cocoa in new york themed mugs and a huge pot of ramen with pork and soft-boiled eggs and for dessert some pillsbury chocolate chip cookies and we watch a 2000s movie.

at line dancing if it’s someone’s birthday someone brings a cake and someone else designs and prints stickers with the special person’s face on them. 

i’ve been on sticker duty 3 times now and it’s very special to me.

two games of wingspan. new expansion. you need to keep your schedule packed in winter so that the time keeps moving forward and spring comes again. 

last min happy hour on wednesday. push and pull of all the people we know, we agree that other world is like a drug. then i go up to the UES to see marty supreme and wake up at 7:30 for tompkins and a packed subway home.

thursday second day in a row with last minute text for happy hour. talk about a true postgrad life. 4th ave pub with macy and frankie then gold star with lenny then to spritzenhaus. old friends, really old. are we still the same? a few new friends. we all smoke cigarettes on the stairs while i wait for our uber.