so there it is, eh?

a story in three parts.

I. wildwood
i have half an hour to write this post, and then i'm off to the beach. it's forecast to rain this weekend. i don't mind. the water up here has got to be freezing. i mind a little, but i'll brave the chill for a dip in the atlantic. i miss the beach already. i've missed ultimate every day. it should be a nice weekend.

II. vicki
went to my first bachelorette party last weekend. met the girls in park slope for manicures and pedicures; came back to change and met them again at the west end. stopped by what used to be cannons. cabbed it down to lucky cheng's, which is by far the single most outrageous place i have ever been - ever. claire, party organizer extraordinaire, had her wallet stolen. went on a manhunt for perpetrators, presumed to be wretched irish blokes. no dice. met police. spent the rest of the evening on the street and in bars getting vicki to sell the requisite kisses and obtain the items listed in her bachelorette handbook. discovered that a sparkly silver "bachelorette" tiara is the best way to attract boys - will keep for future reference. came home late, woke up at 2 the next day, slightly hungover. happy wedding, vix.

III. miami
so, home i went. miami's changed a lot since i was a part of it last; maybe it's just me that's different. i hung out with an old friend for the first time in some years and learned that miami is full of smart, clever, fun, sweet people if you just take the time to look. i spent time with three people who care about me like family, who i never want to take for granted again. i started the slow process of getting to know my brother again after living outside the city for over half his life. i realized - again - that my grandparents are the strongest and most loving people i will probably ever know. i had a wonderful, long-overdue coffee date with my aunt and understood that she's been vastly underestimated for most of her life. i could be happy living there, i think. there's work for me, and friends, and family that i'm ashamed to have lost touch with during my time away. so, the process begins. after five years in new york, i'm moving back home.