Monday

home..

Ok.. on my way again. Back to the city.. back to this magnificent concrete playground that I too soon called home. Home is where you make it, home is where your heart lives and your hopes are happy. Kinda like where ET is, just better.
Speaking of better. I kinda don't think this place is better then the last place. Scarier yes. But better? I'm not sure..

If I had 72 Hours Left..

What would I do? How would I spend it? I’d fly back to New York and ask my family for something simple: let’s celebrate Christmas together. ...