In thirteen more days I’m going to visit my darling niece in New York City where she dances with Alvin Ailey School of Dance. Did I say she’s darling? Yes.
I’m going with my brother.
Who requires no care and I don’t have to bust up fights with him.
And who is planning our whole trip, I don’t even have to think, I’m pretty sure.
I KNOW! What’s not to scream about?
And here’s my packing list, thought you’d like to know:
- eight dresses (can too)
- one pair walking shoes
- one pair walking boots (will post photo tomorrow, you, too will die)
- one pair heels
- spare glasses (yes, I’m there)
- all the boring stuff
- a notebook (because, remembering)
- picture of my family