on time and new york.

How has it been over a month again? Time in New York has a mind of its own, I swear, and it is very different from what I was used to. The days pass quickly and in a blur and before you know it's the weekend again and you're trying to cram in as much as possible. At least that's what it has been like for me. During the week I don't do much besides school and sleeping. I must be the most boring person Manhattan had the pleasure of hosting, ever! I wake up early, drink coffee that my sweet man has made, go to school, work and play with my friends there, walk home, debate going to bed right then at 6pm, decide against it in favour of something to eat, watch a show/ read/ play a board game, sleep by 10 pm, repeat. There was the odd school night outing to go for dinner or a reading, but they have been scarce. Don't get me wrong, I like my boring life here and would probably have a hard time keeping up with school otherwise, but sometimes I feel that I am not doing this city justice, that I am insulting it with my routine. Weekends on the other hand are wild, people! They are spend doing laundry, grocery shopping, exploring new neighbourhoods, thrifting, going to the park and walking til our feet hurt. Yesterday we enjoyed the snow in Central Park and froze our noses of. It was good fun. And I got to wear my yellow wellies to fight the slush. If that doesn't say exciting weekend, I don't know what does. On that note, I am off to Staten Island, which means boarding a ferry.

We are wild.