my room is a disaster zone, again. this time i brought home at least ten pounds of new stuff and i have to organize it. running on a few hours of sleep, little patience and gloomy news, this day seems a lot harder than it should be. but yesterday morning i was in new york. it always seem so much shinier from a distance. taking the 1 train to 42nd street and switching to the B train to go down to 8th ave at nyu don't seem out of the ordinary but, sitting at my desk now with familiar materials and photos on my wall, it all is so surreal. i went to brooklyn. i wandered around the streets of brooklyn, took two trains to get there (and back again) and made friends with a little boston terrier named pickles. columbia was basically on my doorstep, even though, thinking about it now, columbia is grad school material and nyu is better for undergrad.

i wouldn't necessarily call me patriotic in any sense but i am so happy to be home. it's comfortable, lovely and so soothing. i have my haunts and, even when i move away to the big smoke soon, places there will become familiar to me too. some of them already are! gushing about where i come from was hard before because it seemed tougher and edgier to hate it but i don't. i'd rather move to europe than move to any american city.