hoooome

i get back to new york tomorrow.

kortrijk is weird.

awkward shows.

ready to sleep in my own bed for a few days before i set off again.

i am ready for a long winter's nap.

and some hot chocolate.

and some stl goodness.

back in brussels

the annoying thing about flying to brussels is that all the PA announcements are in english, then french, then dutch. stop interrupting the episode of the office i am trying to watch in order to tell me that duty free things are now on sale!

for the first time in my life i had a car awaiting my arrival at the airport. and that car ended up costing 209 euros to take me to kortrijk.

tomorrow is thanksgiving.

and my birthday.

i always get so emo on my birthday.

:(

new york

i am back in new york finally.

done with the subtle/zach hill tour.

it was cool.

but seriously, watching zach hill playing is one of the single most amazing experiences.

possibly as amazing as when he lowers his eyes and the corners of his mouths smile when he says, "hi, elisabeth."

and the dudes in subtle are possibly the sweetest people ever.

and then there are the bearded ones. oh the bearded ones with with all of their heavy gear.

and boston market is a god send.

chicago.

semi blizzard to toronto.

montreal.

lost power cord in boston.

new york.

now in middleton, connecticut in the most "college boy" house i have ever been in.

only a few days left till i am back in nyc, then off to kortrijk.

i'm tired and want to cook food.

PIM-P

in philly at jess and chris' house before the boys and i set off today.

i had a delicious black raspberry brew last night. delicious. 

and i had the last of the bar's supply. boo ya.

wish me luck that i won't screw something up.

and hello, chicago. i love you.

and p.s.-i have not watched it yet. but why has serena been captured by a hipster? ugh. i am so sick of the "everyone loves a hipster" plot lines. they objective them. it's not nice. i do not approve. 

ahh

today i am moving to greenpoint. 

i never realize how much clothing/how many pairs of shoes i own until i forced to pack them.

i hang my head in shame.