When I popped up on 8th Avenue in New York from the Penn Station undergrounds, the first question a girl asked me was “where did you get those boots?” “Umm, Ca-na-dah” I replied, realizing that I actually am now from that country. Not an identity I’m used to.
That morning it had snowed like crazy when the hubs and I pulled my suitcase to the station. And there I had arrived to a rainy, September balmy feeling NYC. With these, there almost exaggeratedly warm boots of mine. But they got meself some jazzy attention – later on alike. The stuff you guys I know I twirl for.
Yesterday I caught myself by surprise. I wandered on the snowy streets – and actually found it quite nice. Such a winter hater that I am. I had had some Starbucks, then walked my friend home, now was I free to amble along some more.
I’m a walker thru and thru. But an urban one. Give me anything – parks, bridges, avenues, alleys. I ain’t picky. I foot my way away. But big forests. Vast nature spaces. far from the closest museum of coffee shop. I start feeling itchy. The best moments are when the city is slowly calming down for the night, and I savor my path. Taking the time to peek in. Enjoying thoughts that emerge.
I’ve started pondering on my summer escape. I know, too early, but hey. I’d like to go on an East Coast road trip. New England, Boston, why not even the Carolinas. Follow my beloved Atlantic Coast. Any good places in mind?
Business should be picking up this week. Half of my daily bread is now from my own company. That feels great. Slowly but surely this lady is venturing her way in.
The Limited dress, H&M cardi, Aldo boots