Going back to NY, I’ll sure take some treasures with me:
- a whole lot of friendship and love.
- hugs from my nieces.
- chocolate…
- nuts.
- a whole lot of wardrobe.
- the taste of fries.
- a stack of contact lenses.
- new found music…
PS: as a sequel to the burning episodes earlier this week: my skin starts to peel off. I like to see it as a symbolic rebirth, rather than the reaction to my stupidity.
