Starting a little project…

My thoughts, ideas, and plans always seem to jolt back and forth in my brain like a ball that has been launched in a pinball machine. My mind is always standing at a ten way crossroads when I think about life after undergrad. 

Then I sit down and have a meal with my parents. This doesn’t happen quite often anymore. The whole living thousands of miles away, whether it be in Argentina or New York, kind of gets in the way. But when it happens, the ideas bumping back and forth in my brain slow down and find a single, straight pathway. 

Does this make sense? 

I snapped this photo on the 4/5 line in Downtown Manhattan around 11pm on September 11th, 2011 after visiting the site of the World Trade Centers on the 10th year anniversary. 

Nothing is more quintessential New York City than the subway. No, it’s not a “secret” location hidden away from the tourist books, but it is the city’s spine. It is what keeps New York standing. It is the place where all New Yorker’s are equal—all races, genders, social classes collide. Whether it be during the work rush and I can feel the breath of the person behind me on my neck or at 4 in the morning in the subway car alone, as soon as I step inside the sliding doors I exhale and feel at home. 

-Laura Clevenger 

Yesterday a friend spoke a few wise words of wisdom. 

She told me thinking people are judging you is selfish.

Whaaaat?

Yes, selfish.

It’s selfish to think everyone is spending their time thinking about you and what you are doing.

How have I never thought about this?

Then I evaluated my own thoughts. Suddenly the thoughts of others became a whole lot less important. 

Smart friend I have. 

I want to do something with food. Food connects people. When it’s good, when it’s done right it makes you feel… cozy. 

I want to begin a long—maybe never-ending—journey. I want the journey to be complex, but the output, the product, the ideas, the tasks, the creations— I want them to be simple.

I miss home.

Se extraño Nueva York.