in

i spent my day trolling around central park with liam and bells (the babysitting charges).
we visited the castle (liam loves all things pertaining to knights) and marveled at the trees in full bloom. then we studied the ducks as they swam back and forth, back and forth.

and at one point during the day (against the screaming protests of my allergies) i thought, this is perfect. this moment is perfect. if only i could bottle this moment. 

and just as quickly as it came, it went.





now i'm off to dinner in the west village (my very favorite nyc neighborhood. doesn't this place i'm going look divine?



i'll let you know if the food is as good as the curbside appeal would suggest.





restaurant photo by brian kennedy.

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

in



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

an easter confession.

in , ,


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.