Allons-y: French for ‘let’s go.’
I had just finished perusing the Union Square holiday market where I, of course, spotted a dog shop and bought Rudolph a wool sweater. As I was heading to my train I saw a few folks huddled around this poet. I couldn’t help myself. Sure, I had a train to catch at Grand Central but that could wait.
My next adventure will bring me to ASIA for the first time! Yayayay 15 hour flights wooooo! I’m counting down the days until February when I can escape the freezing NY temps and bask in the Hawaii of Japan…Okinawa!
It’s a rainy Sunday here in NY, I’m single-digit-days away from turning the big 2-5 and all I can think about is how the one person I want to spend it with the most is nearly 7,000 miles away, on the other side of the planet. I’M HAVING ONE OF THOSE DAYS. Quick, someone turn on a romcom and hand me some chocolate.
Ahhh! Where have my early 20s gone?! Every September post-college, I feel soooo weird not getting ready for a new school year.
What’s my schedule going to be like? Who will my professors be? Where will I live on campus? Should I go to the d-hall or make ramen for dinner? Ramen, for sure. Oh but they just opened up a Popeyes on campus! But that costs money. Soooo, ramen. And then I snap out of it and realize none of these questions are relevant anymore and it’s SO SAD.