"Strung out like some Christmas lights out there in the Chelsea night. Strung out like some Christmas lights out there in the Chelsea night. Strung out like some Christmas lights out there in the Chelsea night. Strung out like some Christmas lights out there in the Chelsea night." ~ryan adams
I don't have much to say. I'm glad today was the last day of school for awhile because it's been crazy lately. I'm heading home to NJ tomorrow (Christmas Eve). I'm not looking forward to Christmas as much as I usually do. I've been in a funk lately. My mom and I haven't really been talking. I don't want to have to deal with her. Maybe we'll be fine, I don't know. I'm afraid it's going to be weird. It'll be a really hard Christmas without Josie. I'm afraid I'll start crying when I don't see her stocking hanging over the mantle, where it's been the past 15 Christmases. It will be our last Christmas in this house where I grew up (my parents are moving to Colorado), and that also makes me sad. One nice thing is that I'll get to see my brother. He spent the semester abroad in Scotland so I haven't seen him in a long time. Still, right now I don't know how I'll get through more than a week at home.
Some pictures I've taken recently:
A (freezing) wintery New York evening near my apartment (I love the lights that decorate Columbus Ave):
The tree at Rockefeller Center:
The view from my classroom window today (yes, it is in Manhattan; we're in Washington Heights across from a park):
It's going to rain tomorrow and wash away all the snow.
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