Today

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6.30 am: the alarm rings and I snooze for about an hour. That extra hour feels very good today. Next, breakfast. I heat up some berries and mix them with the chiapudding I made last night. I catch up on emails, and projects before I head of to school. It’s Friday so I only have one lecture. At noon the bell rings and I rush to the Subway, trying to avoid the heavy rain showers. The 6 train is on the track and I run down the stairs so I don’t miss it. Made it. Before I head to the office I buy a yoghurt and some fruit, remembering it’s almost 5 hours since I had breakfast. I get to work, write a bunch of reports and emails, and enjoy the company of my coworkers.

The hours pass and suddenly, it’s 7 pm. I check my texts and see an invite for drinks, but I a walk home. It’s been a hectic week and I need to rest. I put on some Franck Ocean and start walking. The fresh air feels good. I walk past busy bars, and crowded restaurants, fascinated by the fact that there is room for all these people on one, relatively small, island. 8 million, that’s a lot.

I turn a corner and see the Empire State building light up. I smile, thinking of how lucky I am to live her. To pursue my dream. I get home, make dinner (I’m starving. Note to self; get better eating habits), and watch some series with the roomies before I continue my research project. I text my friends and set tomorrows plans-  both brunch and dinner is on the agenda, and I cant’ wait. It’s been forever since I’ve been social, and I need it.I put on a mask and go to bed. Happy and exhausted. Friday, you’re quite nice. 

Xx Hanna

 

 

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