As I packed my bags in the wee hours of the morning, I really didn't know how much a departure I was in for. Thank god.
On an impulse, my traveling partner and I made a snap decision to fly up for the weekend, and it could not have been a better getaway, all things considered. Not one thing reminded me of my day-to-day (a millionth of the billboards and a billion times more character and stature) and it was wholly satisfying. Hot chowder, smells of holiday candles, cheese pizza, pad see-ew at a last minute Thai dive...
...lights on Union square, ice skating rink, real parks, steaming manholes, multiple methods of transportation...
It was really a gift to have the pleasure of such a fulfilling couple of days. I bought a warm sweater and a magnet for my roomate, and I brought back a better mentality, to boot.
Which is the point, over and over again: bring those beloved places and times into your life in every waking moment.
I don't want to think about whether there is any other way to do it. Always buy a magnet.
