When the cold came I'd just returned from a ski trip, so it didn't feel different except that it was strange that the city was colder than the mountain. There have been a few bitterly cold week nights on which I went to go view apartments, but no complaints because there is something to be said about living up to promises, and New York didn't get to grumble about snowfall last year, and let there be winter.
In a few days I turn 26, and Lily is going to visit from Boston to celebrate with me. I hope to also celebrate a new address next month. May there be many things to toast.
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