Last night's post went unfinished as I couldn't commit to an entire entry on whether it was possible for a person to generally just smell like fart. This morning, however, our routine commute is taking a detour to the DMV's office for my very first New York license.(shout out to Florida campus police for utmost douchebag move of cutting up my best expired license photo ever taken right in front of my face. And on gameday!) This chore was also supposed to happen yesterday, but my hair wasn't in any shape to be photographed (note: think twice when teasing your hair out then locking it in place with mega hold spray for the sake of a Halloween costume). A bottle of leave-in conditioner later and we're all set to go.
They say you have to live in New York for ten years before you can call yourself a New Yorker, and not knowing if I'll ever make it to that point, I consider myself pretty seasoned. I think it's mostly about not letting little things effect you—germs on the train, copious amounts of money spent on shitty umbrellas, animals relieving themselves on the sidewalk. Once you're able to get past that, you're able to appreciate other little things like heavy duty tote bags, free samples at the farmer's market and 4 hour bottomless mimosa brunches. It's those things that have people waking up realizing they've spent so many years here that they need a new license to prove it.