gracias @clari.pq por darnos una excusa para pasar el día entre los trenes, metros, patines, y calles mágicas de new york, y por acercarme un poquito a España por un día ❤️ diría que estaba flotando pero mis pies me dicen lo contrario....
it’s been over five years since this man’s music became the soundtrack to so many memories made and emotions felt. plane rides to new places, lazy Saturday morning waftings, and beginnings to some of the best friendships. (I’m a little bitter that he didn’t sing Conrad, but also maybe he didn’t want to deal with my blubbering if he had.)
I’m the luckiest for having best friends all over the world, a job that sends me occasionally to see them, vacation days to catch up on my surfing, and a sweet boyfriend who doesn’t hate me when I fly away for weeks at a time 🙃 the luckiest.
traveling alone means wandering around a deserted chinatown before heading to the train station, waiting on the platform for 2 extra hours because of delays, and making friends with old people who are biking around California and exchanging your life stories. it’s always my favorite to see how strangers bond over horrible public transportation situations 🙃
the bags under my eyes say “fourteen hours of work on a Saturday,” the smile on my face says “dang, the people I work with and the students I come in contact with are THE BEST so let’s do this again x1000,” and if you zoom in close enough you can catch the slightly feral glimmer in my eye that says “I KNOW there’s something I’m forgetting to do.”
my definition of a good weekend: being approached by a Spaniard at the bus stop, stumbling into a street fair in manhattan, talking to MORE Spaniards, thrift store hopping in brooklyn, and whole30 approved cookie baking. Thanks @_danning_ 💃🏽🕺🏽