If you sit still long enough, just about everyone you know will pass through Manhattan at some point or another. This morning in particular the monk who runs the Tibetan orphanage I volunteered for after college was here. In from India I served him a simple breakfast of greek yogurt, blueberries, and granola and drizzled honey over it all. We sipped chai tea and chatted with @jennaarnold about life, how everyone in New York is “full of stressful”, and our future projects.
This morning was, in and of itself, a reason to love New York.