My sister and I got lost (again) but this time, it’s because the location we were going to was actually closed (BOO). Luckily, there isn’t a shortage of bakeries in New York City, otherwise we probably would have walked into Central Park hangry.
On top of that, we would not have trekked almost the entirety of the park in a day. We may not have explored the whole park, but we found some lovely *hidden* places in the north side. Less people, more peaceful. Also, we were able to see majority of the little “landmarks” of the park: the zoo, the bridge, the reservoir, and even the loch among them.
The weather was odd this day. It was both chilly and warm. I’d be hot with my denim shirt on, but a bit cold without it. I guess that’s NYC weather for ya. It was about 16-18 degrees, and my sister was sunburnt because she forgot to put some sunscreen on. Can’t blame her, when the weather app tells me it’s chilly, sunscreen isn’t really on my mind either.
Shoutout to my one and only beautiful sister for putting up with my temper and attitude during this trip.
…and also for all these lovely shots. ❤
Later that day, I met up with an old friend who now lives in Jersey. After not seeing him for eight years, it’s nice to catch up, talk about the old days, and see how much we’ve both grown since we’ve known each other in 2004. Funny how we can still resemble the person we were before, but everything else – from the way we see the world and how we envision tomorrow – is completely different from how we did back when we were our naïve teenage selves.
Drunk singing along to Dashboard Confessional while we drive through a tunnel is is the highlight of that night. For a moment, I felt like I was eight years younger, lighter… more free. Or maybe I just had a bit to drink. Nonetheless, it is always great to catch up with old friends because it makes me appreciate where I was and where I am now, especially when I forget about the latter.
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