reason #346 how you know you're living in nyc and still figuring your life out

you drop off 20 (yes, 20) lbs of laundry at the corner wash and fold. and you don't mind the $18 price tag.

i fear i was unclear in my writing:

my post-secret was what was written on the card.

the other news is staggeringly un-exciting

(and to be honest, i'm still figuring out whether

i should even post about it).

more posting to come soon...im a bit behind because

my three jobs are getting the better of me this week.

reason #347 how you know you're living in nyc 

and still figuring you're life out:

you have three (yes, three) jobs

my monday post-secret

inspired by the post-secret blog, which updates every sunday, i thought i'd pass on my own little secret. 

plus i have big news (well, big news to me) that i can't wait to share later.

happy monday, indeed!

an easter confession.

when i was little i wasn't afraid of death. i wasn't afraid of an afterlife.

i was afraid of the three days between those two things. the three days when one's body was stuck in a grave. underground. 

that's what i thought it all meant....it took Jesus three days to rise from the dead...so it would be three days between death and the afterlife. three days when even the soul would lie dormant, interred beneath the sun. 

how i long for that innocence. and clarity. and freedom from the fear of things not worth fearing. 

little scooter. big skateboard.

dear husband-to-be,

promise that when you take our little boy (or girl) to school and he (or she) wants to ride the scooter, you'll say yes.

you'll say yes because you'll ride right alongside. on your skateboard. yes, your skateboard. 

man, you are just so damn cool.

love,

your i-can't-believe-i-got-this-lucky wife-to-be

a letter, indeed.

this morning in my inbox i found this lovely little message from my old friend, sam.

Dear Meg Fee,

Do not become an adult. I repeat, do not become an adult. I can tell you that I take my hat off (when I wear one) before I sit down at the dinner table. Heck, once I enter a building.
But I am not an adult, simply, I perform actions that fool the world into thinking I am an adult, when truly - I am not.

At somepoint I'd like to get coffee with you and see if you still dream of the woods of new england.

Love,

Sam

it was in response to this. 

i copied it into my notebook because it tickled me to no end. and, because i think he might just be right.

sam was one of the first guys i ever fell really, really hard for (i was just entering high school). and maybe the only one i ever fought with another girl over. 

that being said, new england woods...i don't know what he's talking about...