Here’s the thing… August is always gonna serve up the same damn weather: hella sticky/stubbornly humid but August is also when my schedule goes Level 10: Unhinged. Is it because we’re hyper aware that 4:30PM sunsets are on the horizon? All signs point to yes! 🎱
Here’s the skinny: my parents visited NYC at the beginning of the month, which was genuinely so special. They hadn’t been here in nearly ten years, so I got to show them what my New York life looks like now which somehow felt surreal as hell… I still feel like a little kid trying to prove themselves. Is that weird?
The rest of August moved at its usual disrespectful pace: triple-booked plans, dinners that went into the wee hours, and realizing my most consistent lie is “I’ll only stay for one drink“. Tldr; calendar was chaos and camera roll was mostly out-of-focus but mehhh what can you do? 🤷🏻♂️
Love you summer but the real-real is that I’m an autumn gurl through and through. Slipping into a light jacket on a chilly 63º day knowing that the back sweat is in the rearview? Oh, abso-friggin-lutely! August was hot, it was hectic, a skosh sentimental, but a whole lotta fun fun – however; babe, I am ready to layer. Au revoir, August.
