So keeping with that spirit, I’m taking my #tbt back to the late 90s, the era of questionable hair styles and rad patterned skirts.
Today’s bound to be one of the most beautiful…
I haven’t posted in a while, but long update short: work at the library has been phenomenal over the past three months I’ve worked there. Kansas City has been amazing, and I am constantly surprised by how much I’d missed this city.
I’m playing my cello again, I’m singing again, I’m chipping away at my student loans and saving at the same time, possible new musical opportunities have appeared-ones that would stretch me as a musician and a person, and I’m getting back in the shape that I used to be last summer.
Yeah. Something’s gonna happen.
Everyone’s always said that you have a love/hate relationship with New York: you either love it, or love to hate it.
I beg to differ. My two years in NYC were filled with music & laughter, heartbreaks, losses, gains, and the most amazing people I could ask for. While I wasn’t in my element in the City, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Some days I miss New York more than most, and when that happens, I turn to the bittersweet melodies of Elbow’s New York Mornings, to remind me of the experiences & love I had for that city.
Dear New York,
You haven’t seen the last of me.
I’ll be back.
So, after my recent lifestyle change from Brooklyn to Kansas City suburbs, I’ve adopted this as my unofficial mantra.