working for this...

this holiday season...

i'm doing my darndest to look at new york as if i'm seeing it all for the first time. 

dear husband-to-be,

you know what i want?

to hear bare-feet on the old-wood-floor.
to hear the creak and strain and clomp.
and know that they're yours. your feet.

that's all.






love, love,
the girl listening from the bed

oh, hey there, december! let's make it a good one, no?

my manhattan: not so different.

sometimes life in this city is just like anywhere else. i clean my home. and i cook my dinner. and never sleep in quite enough. and i work a lot. and there's never enough time. i nest and burrow. and i chop vegetables while sipping white wine and listening to whichever folk singer is sitting heavy in my chest. i try to build a home here. and new york is the variable, not the definition.