an indulgent girls' night, hours spent reading and listening to the piano man in washington square, my first experience with glass-bottled milk (love), the first weekend in a month with all sunshine and no rain, and billowing clouds that seemed painted in the sky.
the most notable moment of the weekend, though, occurred while i was strolling in the park on sunday afternoon: i felt at home. i've felt that i belong here since the very beginning, but this was different. i felt comfortable. later i realized that the day marked eight months since i moved here. coincidence? doubt it.