whatshouldwecolbyme:

But, I hate how you guys can’t post on my blog. But I love how this blog looks. Sigh. Who is more important? Me or you? 

Both.

So.

I decided to migrate over here:

http://red-hair-and-freckles.blogspot.com/

Not as pretty, but you can comment! And I’ll learn to make my bliggity cute over there too.

You know how sometimes when you read something, it’s the truth? It’s just how it is. Laid out there. In a way that tweaks your heart a little.

This post “How to Live in New York City” did that for me. I suggest if you’re someone who has lived in NYC and left, you should click the link and read. Short, true, and a little sad, because it’s probably true that I’ll never live there again.

“Certain moments of living in the city will always stick out to you. Buying plums from a fruit vendor on 34th street and eating three of them on a long walk, the day you spent in bed with your best friend watching Tyra Banks, the amazing rooftop party you attended on a sweltering hot day in July. These memories might seem insignificant but they were all moments when you looked around the city and felt like you were a part of it all.”

I loved that feeling of knowing where something was filmed, of saying “I live there” but now, I’m in Boston and can look back fondly. Great little piece of writing.