missing manhattan

i keep missing manhattan more and more.

today in church i kind of zoned out and realized how close i am to everything.

for the first time, i felt like i could touch it. for the first time.

got a little flame in my heart now telling me i'm not going back.

i mean- the notion of living in NYC has always been a HUGE driving force in my life, but today i feel like it's hell bent and absolutely nothing can stop me now.

this post is probably a little bit too personal for me to be putting it up online. but, whatever.

everything is so exciting right now.

this week: studying, studying, lecture, test, practicum, careplans, last clinical :(

next week: studying, studying, studying, IAMDONALD (!!!!!!!!), last lecture, practicum

third week: studying, studying, studying, studying my face off, FINAL, studying, HESI

then break! i'm stressed, but it feels good. i think i'm more excited than stressed.

ready to start - arcade fire

finally got into them last night, i'm happy i did. i like the suburbs a lot.


first and last picture by joshua sinn, second by damien polegato, third by dave knapik.

apt

been thinking about my future life, and my future apartment.
coffee of course, white sheets, long hair, cozy sweaters, lots of light, and cameras.

pictures in order: brian w. ferry, holly stanton, titta wolf

goodbye november

photographers unknown

This morning I woke up to a partially opened window, an uninterrupted blue sky, unlimited sun, and a nice cold breeze coming through. I watched the first few minutes of my day unfold underneath my blankets. To me, there is nothing like it in comparison. I reached to play some William Fitzsimmons, and it made everything perfect.

Had some peach yogurt and pistachios for breakfast, and now I'm off to drop off some film and see what I can find at Hobby Lobby. All things I should not be doing the day before a test. Oh, my stomach is churning already. I did get one chapter read though, last night.

photo source

All I want is to take lovely food pictures like this. Right now, at least. Getting slightly tired of my gritty D40. Time to upgrade probably. One day, one day.

morning sentiments

Photos by Lorena Arance, Jordan David Small, Abby Neal. 

Sometimes the morning is the loneliest part of the day. I wake up in my parents' home and it's all their mess. And in some odd, obscure way, that seems like one big metaphor for my life. But isn't that almost everyone's deal? Born into their parents' messes until we can all make our way out of it? I know it's what I'm doing. I can't wait until I wake up in the morning and it's into my own clean mess. I know it won't feel so lonely.