(Here and Now).

This afternoon found Meredith and I, cappuccino's in hand, coming home to Brooklyn from Chelsea after an impromptu viewing of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I first read the book in my junior year of high school, and can confidently say that in many ways it changed my life. I started crying in the opening credits! Weeping! If you haven't seen it yet, do so. It stays true to the book, while exploring film medium to tell the story in a fresh way. 

(One more day of break before it is time to hit the books again).

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

(Miss Moss).

(The Sartorialist).

(The Sartorialist).

Fall Break is here and with it, a 5 day weekend from class and responsibility of any sort.
My only plans are loosely held, and easy. I'm going to teach myself how to bake a pumpkin pie, wander a museum or two, finish reading Vanity Fair, and take long naps next to the open windows.

I made a new friend this semester. (Momma would be proud)! We spent all afternoon in her gorgeous Wall Street apartment eating goat cheese and blueberries, drinking home-made hot chocolate, and sighing over Moulin Rouge. 

It is well with my soul.
Wherever you are, I hope it is well with yours too.

(Rookie).