I went to New York on Friday. It was on a trip with my school to see an opera at the metropolitan opera house; we saw Tosca. Considering the only time I was out side was walking to and from the bus, I didn't get to see much of the city, but it was enough to remind me just how much I love it there. The air smells like exhaust fumes and cigarettes and people and I just want it to soak into my soul, into my bones until it's a fundamental part of my being.
This is starting to sound like a bad love letter so I'm gonna wrap it up.
I've been busy but I'll be back soon!