i am always torn about lingering just a little longer to hear the artists that play at the Lexington-53rd subway station in between the E/M lines. today, an earthy-toned flamenco guitarist.
there is a sense of relief when something is finally coming together, like my new apartment.
R. dropped off artisan chocolate yesterday. it’s taking every ounce of my willpower to only eat one square at a time. flavors like crown maple and vanilla smoke- oh brooklyn, only you. but yes please.
things are brewing and bubbling and exciting again.
probably correlates to how much sun i can see outside my window.