Very Cavalier

On my last day of college, I pull my first all-nighter to complete an essay. Better late than never?

6 am is a terrifying time of day. Now I know why I tend to sleep through it.

Last night’s Mad Men reminded me how much I like this album.

fromme-toyou:

Always a welcomed sight out the plane window… Home

fromme-toyou:

Always a welcomed sight out the plane window… Home

It would not have taken a psychologist to understand that I was born to be a New Yorker. In fact, I was partly a New Yorker already. Even then I had a dual sense of home. From the time that I could distinguish the meaning of words I had been hearing about New York. My parents talked about the city much in the manner of exiles or emigrants talk about the homeland; and I had long thought of New York, as well as Jacksonville, as my home. But being born for a New Yorker means being born, no matter where, with a love for cosmopolitanism; and one either is or is not.

—James Weldon Johnson, Along This Way pp. 47-48