from es

LA’s sped up time holding us in a summer daze since Christmas eve. I’ll miss Angeleno luxury when I head back to Chicago’s frost bitten children next Monday. But I’m looking forward to days & nights of wool sweaters, new cashmere clothing, boots, hot cocoa, and wine bars.

With next semester being my very very last, it’ll be the shortest and sweetest. Probably because sweet deceptive nostalgia will seep in making the present desirable. But I’ll just snap my fingers and say “NEXT.”

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