I saw Where The Wild Things Are last night, and it was beautiful. Not a movie for small children, but very sweet and full of meaning.

The weekend didn’t turn out like I thought it would, and I think it worked out better that way. We danced at “our” bar, and ran down the street to Kings for some late night Skeeball. It’s the simple things that I’ve taken for granted in recent years, like hailing a cab at 2am with dozens of other people in the street. When we finally swooped in on one, we were sharing it with a guy from Boston, who was riding home alone. There are so many things that I am only beginning to experience, and I refuse to let them go. Not now. Not ever.

It’s Monday, and it’s busy.
I don’t have a lot to write about.
Have a great week:)

*61-66 on my list of Things I’m Learning at Twenty Five.

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