We’ve spent 2 days in our temporary apartment in Greenpoint, Brooklyn ooing and aweing about how awesome the location is. And now, we are headed to the city.
Agenda includes: brunch at Balaboosta, riding the slide at the New Museum, sweets at Babycakes, seeing Ai Weiwei’s piece at Mary Boone, hitting up Economy Candy (we love candy way too much), and then later tonight: dinner with Jessy, seeing dance performance Blessed, and dranks with friends.
IT’S ALL HAPPENING
n & m
I said, I want to tell you something.
She said, you can tell me tomorrow.
I had never told her how much I loved her.
She was my sister.
We slept in the same bed.
There was never a right time to say it.
It was always unnecessary.
The books in my father’s shed were sighing.
The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing.
I thought about waking her.
But it was unnecessary.
There would be other nights.
And how can you say I love you to someone you love?
I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her.
Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you: it’s always necessary.
extremely loud and incredibly close
m
No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.
white oleander
My flight should have just taken off. I have officially left Los Angeles.
m
Tomorrow, the dream finally becomes a reality: I move to New York.
Interestingly enough, my former boss called today and asked if I would be willing to stay in LA for another month and work as my replacement had just been fired. (no)
Most touching, though, may have been my father’s parting words: if you need to stay in NYC for 20 years because you are happy, then do so. You are ready – and have earned this right to live your life just as you always hoped.
m
It is this belief in a power larger than myself and other than myself, which allows me to venture into the unknown and even the unknowable. Maya Angelou
n
I know that’s what people say– you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, you’ll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
from a tree grows in brooklyn
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Your heart, Mary Karr, he’d say. His pen touched my sternum, and it felt for all the world like the point of a dull spear as he said, Your heart knows what your head don’t. Or won’t.
from lit: a memoir
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Special things have a way of surviving.
from the world according to bertie
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Then he almost didn’t say the two sentences he’d been meaning to say for years: part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.
from the history of love
m
When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.
Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.
from man walks into a room
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Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
from the five people you meet in heaven
m
Your loyalty will be tested in a whole new way, very soon. Embrace this, and any other big, exciting changes, as they come.
m
ohMAAN 