This is not a time that I like to be awake for. It's one thing to stay up until dawn but I've never been that kind of girl and seeing the light creep like moss up the other buildings on the block feels wrong to me. Like I should be putting on real clothes and going to a job interview or tying my hair back with a bandana for the first day of a long drive. But I always wake up early after margaritas and I have nowhere in particular to be. My cohorts of tequila are also awake; A-Cole made oatmeal with old fashioned handrolled oats and dished me a bowl so I'm eating that while she reads and Malinda and Grace talk about music videos.

I had an amazing time the last time I was in NYC. We had a gorgeous apartment in Brooklyn and the view made my breath catch but there's something to be said for sharing mornings with these women who we didn't know last week. It's a little known fact about me that I love sharing early mornings like this (when there's no real rush) with others. The early and late hours are the most intimate time of day. People speak softly and it just feels like a time to get closer.

Today we will picnic in Central Park, check out the library, and then just see where the day takes us. We have another day and a half here in this pink and white hostel with clean wooden floors but I'm thinking in smaller milestones. I have 4 more bites of oatmeal, 1 more time to mention how much I hate being up this early before Malinda gets irritated and about five more minutes of tea. Or maybe I should be counting in big numbers like all the breaths I have left to take in the city, the number of minutes we'll ride the subway today, or the innumerable adventures and memories we'll have before we leave.

I love you all and hope your week is as amazing as mine.