After almost three years of little to no travel, it feels decently weird to be back in the every-now-and-then grind of schlepping through airport security, overpaying for the basic necessity of water, and shuffling into a crowded airplane where the rules of human decency fly, quite literally, out the window. (Not one but three different people tried to …
Everything I bought in New York City
A mini haul of souvenirs
