It's going to be hard to have to leave my home all over again, but I suppose I shouldn't think about that quite yet. A job's a job and I'm determined to get 'er done. So I will look forward to coming back and finishing up. However, I must admit I've been... wearing out. My. Brain. Is. Fried.
So. Brooklyn. I'm coming home! I'm going to cram an entire bike-riding, iced-coffee-drinkin', hanging-out-with-my-boy, humid-and-sticky New York summer into a single week.
Cause last time I saw it, Brooklyn looked like this: yuck.
|Photo accredited to Amelie! The view from our beloved sixteen foot U-haul.|
The restaurant will just have to wait. Goodbye for a while, West.