my life, i thought it would be something beautiful

From where I left off with my highly sarcastic post last week, nothing much has changed (at least not significantly enough to worth mentioning). One good thing to be noted is that I discovered a little unnamed cafe in Bushwick that mentally transported me back to Warsaw, to my cafes on picturesque roundabouts and to my restaurants tucked into the corners of cobblestone roads. The crowd was also reminiscent of my fellow Warsawians, with their large RayBan glasses, carefully tousled hair, slim-fitting jeans, and over European-ness. I try to avoid thinking about the city that feels most like home, because whenever I do, I invariably fall into the mood of just packing up, buying a ticket, and leaving behind (for the third time) the wonders of education for the wonders of Nowy Swiat. Just another half decade left ...