Here's the problem with living in New York City. I want everything! Seriously. It's bad. Every day I walk down the street and there's a girl with the most adorable jacket. And look at those flats! And a neon purse . . . okay. a little crazy. But . . . it looks really cute with that shirt. And then I'm on the subway and the girl next to me has a Rifle Paper Co. notebook and the girl across from me has the most beautiful leather bag and then I get off the subway and there's a Paper Source right on the corner.
But we are so poor. But . . . there's a Muji store right there and a Madewell at the end of the block.
City, why are you so wonderful?
That's all. Just thought you should know about my internal struggles.