lost.

when i first moved to new york, i'd get lost.
often.

one time i got lost in the west village, but instead of getting out the map or asking around i decided to just enjoy it. wherever the hell i was was exactly where i was supposed to be. i didn't recognize any street names, and i can't even remember how i figured it all out or what i even really did. but it still stands as one of my favorite new york days to date because it was the day i learned that being lost in the city isn't such a bad thing. in fact, it's a beautiful thing. there is something peculiarly freeing about being ok with being a little lost.

and so it is now. but things are just as they should be.