When you come to the edge of all the light you know and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on or you will learn to fly.

Barabara J. Winter

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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.

Ivan Turgenev

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Julia Dumnova 

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in the middle of packing up my room and organizing my life, i bring you this snippet:

i have so much to tell you. and so little time.

this week i'm working my little toosh off (because i need the money). next week my mama comes for a visit. then i move. (oh, haven't i told you? not to worry, i'll still be in manhattan, but after five years on the upper west side it's time for a change. so washington heights...here i come). and then...i'm off to australia. time is flying.

so until i have more time, how's this?

1. i bought a bike. a folding bike. (the bike plan is two fold. 1: exercise; 2: avoid public transport which i so often loathe)

2. i bought a bupmit. twelve dollars at claire's. it's gonna revolutionize my hair. and thus my life.

3. and only now (entering my sixth year of manhattan living) have i discovered fort tryon park (home to the cloisters). and i can safely say, after only a few minutes there, it is hands down the most beautiful place in all of manhattan. views of the hudson river valley right here in our own backyard. i'll do a proper post on it, but for now i'll leave you with this...

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a pg-13 post? perhaps. tmi? maybe. readers beware.

sometimes…

when the air is cool and fresh i indulge in a late night cab ride. i open the window just a wee bit more than ever so slightly and allow the wind to knock through my hair as the taxi careens down the street at unheard of speeds. and as the cab weaves in and out, this way and that, i fall back against the cool leather completely confident that the driver knows exactly what he’s doing and that there is no safer way to get from one place to another in new york. and with the feel of the wind and the leather pressing in on me, I close my eyes and pray to God above that this is what really fantastic sex feels like: exhilarating and terrifying all at once—but never, not for one moment, fearful.

ps: i didn't write this today. or yesterday. or even last week. 

i'm not going to tell you when i wrote. it.

because sometimes when you can't afford the real thing...

...and no longer know what money is (except for your astronomical rent)...you buy a $10 set of vespa magnets and call it a day. a very, very good day.

i'm back!