i'm loving september, thus far.

i haven't slept in my own bed for a few days. i haven't had much sleep at all, actually. and i don't mind one bit.

new york has this way of being so magical. it's also like this unexpected lottery win sometimes, too. i've been meandering these past couple mornings through the east village with my latte and i love the morning bustle of the city. everyone has somewhere to be. except me. it feels nice.

new york is so over stimulating that any emotion you feel in any other city is actually magnified and multiplied here. whether it's loneliness, stress, or euphoria and ecstasy. sadness will throw you into the deepest depths of despair here, and love will make you feel like you can do absolutely anything.

i don't know. this is the city of dreams, after all.