philosophie.

New York, it’s just you and me now.

Time felt so slow for the past two weeks yet now, it feels so fast.

I had rearranged the boxes in my room – have you ever thought there’s any use for being good at playing the “box-mover” game (or whatever it is called in English)?

Now, Sophie needs to  invent her own menu for healthy and fast food (I don’t mean actual “fast food” – okay, with the except of cup noodles, but it’s yummy sometimes). As well, a feasible daily schedule she can benefit from as well as keep.

I’m pretty excited! Sad.. that Rui is gone.. but pretty excited about leading with New York on my own.

Today is September 1st.
I remember how excited I was… must have been 16 years ago when I was to begin my first grade on this day.

Sometimes Rui and I took long walks, and maybe it was yesterday, I suddenly felt the Autumn breeze brushed against my ears and whispered hello. I suddenly felt I’m welcomed by the city, and I feel like I’m almost a New Yorker.

Karl told me once that autumn is the most beautiful season in New York. Isn’t there a song also called “Autumn in New York”? Something about walking in this city in the season of fall puts one in a trance of distant reminiscence – in the memories of ours, and the city’s, and a transcendental memory from everyone else who ever came in contact with this place.

Love. That is all and everything in my heart.