It’s so funny going back to places where you grew up. I expected it to feel really small, but it was actually still just kind of white and sunny and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Yesterday we went to the family beach house and we took a big crate of tomatoes because what else do you need at the beach?
I walked 80 blocks down Columbus Ave today, and then we changed our meeting plans from being in Brooklyn to on 111th. So I walked all the way back up again. Is there really a better way to see the city?