After a chilly first half of May, summer arrived with a sweaty vengeance this morning as I ran early morning errands and tried to organize my life before the Big Migration. Now I sit, pantsless, clad only in the boyfriend's oversized T-shirt, sipping hot lemon water and Chinese tea, enjoying the green sunlight filtered through the trees in the park, enjoying the relative quiet, enjoying this perfect apartment; one of the last times I will do so. Summer brings a peripatetic li

Even as the world crumbles around me, my week has been a good one, replete with friends and food and pool parties and getting lost on a hike while trampling through dense, thorny underbrush 'neath driving rain, and practicing and reading and shopping and bourbon and late nights and Netflix and catching up on sleep. It's so easy to grow complacent and impatient with this leisurely lifestyle as I try to battle the human nature of being dissatisfied with one's circumstances, wha

That'll teach me to drink coffee at 8pm. Tonight, in an attempt to combat low barometric pressure-induced lethargy and wade through an insurmountable amount of music, I sipped some of the stuff after a near week-long hiatus from it, and that is how I got here, huddled under the covers 'round midnight but wide awake, the glow of the yellow light-filtered computer screen casting a sepia shadow over my stupid blank face as I feverishly make travel plans and career plans and onli

Lazy days in Richmond filled with beer and Malaysian ramen and tater tots and excellent friends gave way to stunning alpine vistas and playing music under tents, in the open air, mornings spent traipsing around the Blue Ridge Mountains, maybe a rehearsal or two in the afternoon, some reading by the pool, then retreating in the gray crepuscule to your sprawling log cabin in the woods (built ca. 1837) for simmering mugs of spiced tea and an immodest dose of HGTV. Returning to B

Ah, the return of the summer schedule. That harried, underfed me in my last post is but a distant unrecognizable memory, dethroned by a lazy, hedonistic thrill-seeker with summer fever and boatloads of free time. (Thrill-seeker is perhaps a bit of a rhetorical stretch, since my idea of thrilling is baking pies while top-lung-jamming out to Stevie Wonder, and having enough time in my day to read multiple New Yorker articles.) Catching up with old friends, making new ones, eati