SILENCE

Tuesday night I found myself at Hillary Clinton’s election party at the convention center in New York City. It was a great evening, with great people, happy people, suddenly turning into anxiety, frustration, a feeling of not knowing what to do. Feeling numb. I went home around 1AM to watch the rest of the drama from my bed. We all know what happened.

The subway the next morning was silent. People just starring into the air. Not even playing with their phones. No one talking. We all know what happened. Yet, nobody is saying a thing. Odd sight for New York where people are not afraid to tell you about their business. I don’t think people actually thought it was possible, that we would be in this situation. What the world needs is to stand together! We see people standing together in the many protest around the country, but I think the most important thing is to talk to each other. Talk, hug, stand together. I’m optimistic, and have always been. We will get through this.

I was originally going to name this post “Tell my jeans to stop touching me” and talk about how I have wanted a pair of checked pants for the longest (and kinda feel like jeans are out), and that I finally found them. But somehow that doesn’t seem appropriate before stating the above. So instead I’ll just show you the beautiful photos, that my boyfriend shot on a sunny Saturday last week. We were strolling on the Upper West side, totally unaware of what would happen a week later… #ImStillWithHer