Just putting it out there

You can find Nancy and I at our tumblrs, nancygoestofrance.tumblr.com and seikalikesyou.tumblr.com. No worries, we still love each other very much. 

xoxoxo SI

I made a tumblr to document my travels. Dunno how well it's gonna go since I suck at blogging. It's pretty shit right now but hopefully once my days are a little less intense I can get into some sort of routine.

nancygoestofrance.tumblr.com

Dear Nancy

You left without saying goodbye, but I won't hold it against you. :) Anyway, I hope you had a safe flight and I already miss you so much. I know you'll have tons of fun in Lyon and can't wait to hear all your stories. <3 Call me dude.

xoxooxxo SI

Hopefully Nancy

When we're older, we're happy like this too.  Lady on the far left is wearing Junya Watanabe and Comme des Garcons. (!!!)

courtesy of the nyt

xoxoxoox SI

One Month

I moved to NYC exactly a month ago. Today, I go to orientation for work.

If I had to sum up all of what I'm learning into one simple sentence: I'm learning how to be alone.

I'm still working on it everyday, but basically, I had a lot of time to myself this month. I finished Harry Potter 5-7, visited museums, ate good food, walked around, shopped, watched movies, etc. I also spent this month looking/moving into my apartment and finding a part-time job. Getting hired had to be one of the high points of this month.

Orientation for school is in a week. Classes begin a week after.

So much is changing in my exterior and interior life. It's been bumpy, but I feel that I'm extremely fortunate for feeling like I'm in the right place at the right time. (Seldom have I felt like this and I know I'm lucky to feel it.)


I'm happy to be here. Note to self: take more pictures. 

xoxoxooxxo SI

ps: 

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compared with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Come fall...

xo NK

Tatouage

For the past few years I've toyed with the idea of getting a tattoo if and when I studied abroad in France. To be clear I haven't made any decisions as of yet and am the first to admit that I'm a pretty fickle person. It's really not the permanence that scares me it's the making a real decision, the follow through, that I find mildly terrifying. I don't neccessarily believe that a tattoo has to hold some incredibly significant meaning or be symbolic of some milestone blah blah blah. I just have to like it. And of course, there's the momma factor. I love my mommy. I dont want her to be mad at me!

 If I did get a tattoo it would probably be script. I love Freja's tattoo. I love that it's one word and yet it makes perfect sense. I doubt I could ever be so succinct. Í'd probably end up with an essay on my back.

xo NK