Slowly but surely, the Garden State is winning me over.
I thought I'd come here and have dreams of West Village lofts, daily walks in Washington Square Park, neighborhood bakeries and thai restaurants. But I find myself fantasizing small, reinvaded condos in factories in the burbs, flower pots in my big windows, crappy-paying internships at equally crappy television stations, a bus pass for the NJ Transit.
More about all that, and pictures of luminarias later in the week.
Do you know what is totally DOWN if you haven’t listened to it in about 2 years? Bright Eyes. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do. Then, hurt meeeeeeeeeeeee. Correct. Also, the Doves “NY” is quite possibly the perfect song for the Lincoln Tunnel.
All that I am.
- Gata
- Norman, Oklahoma
- I'm too close for comfort to age 30. New Mexico is home but I'm finally tough enough to love living in the midwest. I've got a film degree that I never apply in my professional life but I'd never trade it in for a different one. I love the basics; good music, good food, good movies and good books. But I'll stop almost anything for good company. I can't shut up about the Thunder, especially Serge Ibaka. I'm hopelessy awkward. I only hope you think it's adorable.
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