OOF.

OK so I am behind in the NYC blog, and I don't know when I will ever catch up.
My priorities are shifting.

15 minutes before I left BK for the airport, I found out from my dad that my sister will probably need to have her uterus removed.


. . .


I don't even know what to say. I don't think that this is the time to express shit in words.

A little perspective.



So in true Pelagic fashion, I'm drowning my worries, my awkward transitional time in hedonism and diving right into being back at one of many homes by meeting up with a badass friend I miss in my life for breakfast tomorrow.


It's time to rebuild, stronger than before.






(So live.)