I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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Despite the dreary weather, I wouldn’t have spent today any other way. We met the girls for an afternoon at the Museum of the City of New York. We learned that if we said we were “neighbors” to the museum, our admission would be comped. This is how THAT went down…
Me: Hi, we’re neighbors.
Cashier: YOU live in East Harlem?
Me: Yes, on 103rd, thank you. (lies, lies, lies!)After the museum, the six of us went to Max Brenners for some delicious treats and hot chocolate. Yum!
