So I moved last week, finally, to Brooklyn, which was emotional and exhausting, and now I’m living in the midst of my mostly unpacked stuff, falling asleep at 1030 with my sweatshirt hood pulled up, listening to NPR. There are cats in the basement, and a giant, beautiful kitchen. Yesterday, I bought a lamp on the street from a guy named Henry. (More on this in another post.)
And now, more photos from Northampton.