The holidays tend to make me feel restless. My inner WASP kicks in (though I'm technically only one of those things), and I'm hit with a major sense of guilt over both the slowing down of work and the over-the-top materialism of the holidays.
In times like these, I'm wishing and praying that I could simply hop on a plane — change the landscape and my perspective in a matter of hours.
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| The Brooklyn loft I'm dreaming about this week. Last December, I hopped on a plane to here with barely any notice or planning .. my favorite way to travel. |
