October Love

October has been... whew. I packed more in the 31 days of October than I have many months combined.

I was here and there. I stayed up late and woke up early. I took classes at NYU to get my certificate in Fundraising. I tutored an Israeli photography student in the Upper West Side. I spent time with a tall, grammar-conscious chef. I babysat. I organized. I didn't get enough sleep. I drank too much wine. I went to Bear Mountain for Octoberfest and to Sleepy Hallow Lake for Halloween. I stayed in bed too many hours with migraines. I felt happy and homesick and tired and full. I read books, but I didn't blog. I remembered 6 autumns ago, when I fell in love with Brooklyn for the very first time. I've felt like I'm falling in love with Brooklyn all over again.


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