taking the long way home.

and so i sit.

not much more inclined to pack than when i set out to do it three hours ago, but decided to write.

and not much for luck on that, either. i've written about as much as i've packed.

teetering on the corner of my bed, my foot propped on the box spring to make sure i'm not edged off by the hodge-podge of clothes strewn about my bed, i realize: i have completely forgotten how to dress for winter.

which i find completely ironic, considering we were still in the 40s here on Monday. how, in just three days time, could my mind go completely blank and i feel completely unprepared for dressing myself a la chilly-chic? i have literally been living in leggings and sweater dresses since early november, and in a matter of days, have lost all recollection of the last 4 months.

it sort of explains the heavy fog my mind and heart and soul have felt entrapped in for the past two months or so. it's like all the preparation in my faith (especially within the past year) has become so completely foreign that i almost feel as if i never donned that winter apparel in the first place, so how would i even know what to choose or how to wear it now.

life's metaphors are a funny thing sometimes.

not so funny when i have to be up and packed in 5 hours for NYC.

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disclaimer: take my quasi-emotional tone with a grain of salt. i AM ecstatic about my upcoming trip! i don't know why i feel like such a drama queen riding space mountain to negativeville, but i trust that i'll find i took the detour when i wake up in excitement tomorrow.

i am so thrilled to be spending this week in NYC. let me just begin by saying i am thrilled to be spending this week anywhere but school!!!! oh spring break, i have realized you never existed for the students. if it wasn't for you, the teacher turn-over rate would likely triple in april, and few would return from summer hiatus.

and quite possibly even more thrilling is the fact that i get to reunite with Ashley, a girl whom i met while serving in Haiti last spring!!! she left haiti the day after i arrived, and returned for three weeks later on in the summer. she lives in Brooklyn and works in theatre, and i could not be more excited to spend time catching up and frolicking through her city!

h&m and chinatown: we comin' for you. we gunna fiiiiinnnnd you. we gunna fiiiinnnddd you.