“Did that really just happen?”

Back from ten days of incredible firsts, good cheer and laughs, with two of the most supercalifragilisticexpialidocious friends! Within that short week and a half, I got to see the community that a dear old friend has built a life in, and live in the heart of the city that never sleeps, right off a corner of Times Square. Somewhere along the way I also turned 22 but got promptly thrown back to childhood on No. 17 Cherry Tree Lane, where a lady pulled a hat stand out of a bag and a man walked up on the walls and ceiling of a stage. Also had kickass NYC street cart kebabs and heavenly Harvard hot chocolate, and acquired a parrot head handle umbrella which I carried back to Davis by hand, enduring lots of painful jokes about how I should have flown the magic umbrella instead of bumming it in economy class. That’s the price you have to pay for being a diehard fangirl.

Dreams came true every day. I’m still not used to being back in Davis. When I think about the past week it’s a bright blur of streets glistening with lights and rain, clanking of trains entering subway stations, the sound of musicians floating in the air. Over the next few posts, hopefully I’ll get to transform these memories into words and match them to pictures, replay every crazy electric moment. In the meantime, here’s a sneak peek of my time in New York City and Boston:

Love to sam for the beautiful vintage bag, and to Dil and Cheryl for the sweet birthday surprise & for being there, trooping through the incredible week of firsts. Love you all!