schoooool.

i've left new york and my heart is aching. just nine months until i'm back in the thick of it, and those days seem both so so close and so so far. but, wallowing for yummy meatballs at 2 am, free fridays at moma, walks up 5th to work in the morning to work, and through the village for stoop stealing at night won't do me any good.

i'm back to the land of the pines to finish up my degree, and there are plenty of perks to living senior year to the fullest. tailgating in sundresses every weekend this fall, celebrating my birthday with my amazing friends (and lots of champagne!), comfy sweaters to fill my caffeine dependent late (late) nights at the library, and plenty of trips back up to the big apple to see g.t.

bring it on wake forest. i'm ready.

helloloveliesss

have been getting a lot of grief from g.t. for slacking on this sweet little blog as of late. "still only one blog for the entire month of august? someone has been a bit distracted." enough lip sweet boy. i'm back.

maineisforloversss

i got to spend my weekend in this heavenly spot. my first trip to maine was beyond.

i learned how to eat lobster like a true mainer, jumped off the boat in the middle of the lake because i just had to swim atthatverysecondinthatveryspot, watched an amazing sunset, and fell a lot more in love.

leaving to come back for my last week in the city was unbelievably hard. as much as i love new york, taking everything down a notch for a few days reminds me of a different sort of life, one with what feels like lots more time. so, for these last few days, i'm going to make an effort, to remember every little moment. because, no matter where i am, moosehead or manhattan, i've never felt so lucky.