School is great. I'm learning so much. And I look pretty darn spiffy in my kitchen whites, I must say. I swear houndstooth pants will make an appearance in fashion week this year. . . haa.
So I've had one exam so far. And tomorrow I have my knife skills practical. I'm actually terrified of potatoes these days. They mock me and my lack of finesse with a tournee knife. booo.
. . . And everywhere I see Brooklyn. . . but through a window, darkly veiled. I miss the bridge, the walk, the train, my work, union square, american spirits, the strand, usc, kate, the snow, our old house on midwood street, hardo bread from allan's. . . There aren't any hobos hollering at me here. And I actually miss them, too.
One year ago tomorrow, badger was putting a ring on my finger and asking me to be his wife. . . and I just don't think i'll ever be the same.
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