Last week, I visited New York for job interviews. I stayed with my close friend Marissa in New Jersey, and when we weren't laughing late into the evenings, I was navigating all forms of public transport by day. The long days and summer heat made for plenty of time outside in the presence of skyscrapers and street cuisine when not interviewing. While the hours in the sun with a book and lunch truck food were glorious, donning interview formal-wear brought strange, yet humorous tan lines I'm still attempting to even out.
While adjusting to this in-between stage of applications and interviewing, I began to think about simple things. Of reading everyday. Of walking outdoors. Of writing cards and letters to faraway friends and family. Of enjoying the summer months. Of listening to the outdoor sounds seldom heard. Of observing. Learning. Thinking. And finding peace and joy in each moment.
Purple lilacs, last week.
Flatiron district, Empire State building in the distance, last week.
Taxis, flowers and flatiron.
Brooklyn botanical gardens.
Brooklyn Museum.
Hoboken, New Jersey rail station waiting room.
New Hampshire, last week
One of my best friends from college, Katie visited over the weekend. We made an impromptu trip to nearby Hanover where we found Dartmouth College's pre-graduation ceremonies underway. It was graduation eve and as we walked through the small town bursting with visiting families in stylish graduation-wear, we found pomp and circumstance at every turn. Oil paintings of fraternity houses were being sold on the sidewalk beside large coolers of iced tea and lemonade. The live orchestra rehearsed vigorously for the next morning. We ate frozen yogurt and felt both fascinated by the scenes around us and a bit out of place in the tiny university town.
Hanover, New Hampshire
New Hampshire, earlier this week.
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