I live on a busy street, and when I have the windows open I really hear bits of Empire State Of Mind coming from outside. It’s kind of magical.
I’m back in New York for the semester after a lot of bouncing around (Pearlstone, Vancouver, St Louis, Farrar, New Orleans, and the shortest trip to Toronto ever), and my first day back was a sunny day. I biked into Manhattan and back again, stopping to buy veggies and fish in Chinatown. I love the smell of chinatown(s)! It’s such a familiar constant, despite the city it’s in.
Okay, semester: full speed ahead.
welcome back!! you _can_ make it here!