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Tim and I randomly drive into New York to play tourist. I think I'm afraid that someday soon our life will come into focus and we'll end up moving to Kentucky or something and I won't have access to Central Park anymore. New York is dynamic, constantly changing and shifting. It never looks the same... Continue Reading →
Flushed from my successful six-hour road trip to Williamsburg, I decided to tackle the next fear on my list, driving alone. I used to be able to drive by myself for an hour, so that's all I'm really shooting for. I figure an hour is enough to get me to my parents house or to visit the friends... Continue Reading →
