Summer 2016
In every sense of the word, cheers to the most romantic summer yet.
A few dates.
A rainbow dog.
A ramen burger.
A 9 to 5 work life.
A chocolate martini.
A bit of networking.
A couple of cemeteries.
A reminder of Pura Vida.
A modern water fountain.
A moment of silence. Or two.
A buffet at the baseball game.
A chill concert in central Park.
A lovely manager and mentor.
A journey through life-sized art.
A bountiful amount of dim sum.
A night that felt like Gossip Girl.
A lunch at Park Avenue summer.
A portrait not drawn on request.
A soulful interpretation of Adele.
A mile-long walk into the sunset.
A lot of time spent in Times Square.
A deeper appreciation for my family.
A nautical experience on the Hudson.
A feast of radishes and friend chicken.
A romantic walk across the East River.
A heavily revised and simplified new list.
A night in the heights of Pleasant Valley.
A compliment of my “earnest” intentions.
A house of knowledge, my favorite place.
A musical surprise and a magical evening.
A step away from seeing the entire world.
A platter of sushi, bubbles, and cap guns.
A day with the bears, penguins, and more.
A quick stop at my soon-to-be alma mater.
A first kiss that felt like the perfect first kiss.
A protest, and then some, outside my door.
A look up inside every theatre – breathtaking.
A movie by the subway and watermelon salad.
A support system of a few fiercely loyal people.
A 21st birthday with character – thank you Jenn.
A first date with a girl from Kansas 21 years later.
A bunch of coffee chats – mostly without coffee.
A romantic end to the summer with Lady Liberty.
A humorous take on our favorite topic via texting.
A mesmerizing performance underneath the stars.
A “pleasant evening of theater” with a new friend.
A bit of stretching, making room for more growth.
A stranger –> acquaintance –> new friend. Repeat.
A video conference call about the promising future.
A lot of thinking, both productive and unproductive.
A conversation that was 100% about me – unusual.
A crunchy, chewy, and delectable tentacle of octopus.
A line that led to new friends from Albany and Atlanta.
A refreshing reunion over ramen, chicken, and waffles.
A continuation of writing – about both the good and bad.
A modern interpretation and an uneasy encounter at Delacorte.
A fresh perspective on abstract art: “It’s not abstract at all, you just have to look at it.”
A lesson learned on professionals and professionalism – they can be mutually exclusive.
And now… ready for the next adventure.
