For 5 days, my heart was so happy and full of gladness that I thought everything would brim over and explode. Every night I went to bed wishing against Reason and Logic that time would either a) slow down or b) add a couple more hours in a day. There were so many moments where I would've loved to freeze and just leave it framed for eternity, but of course, I am no magician and can't bend time to suit my will or needs.

I am in love with this city and this most recent trip has done nothing but to further reaffirm why I should pack up and move down as soon as I reasonably can.

Yellow fingers and baby shampoo. Black t-shirts and Monet. Everything about it screams I miss you so.