Bwog was going through it this past week—for better or for worse.

Bwog “journeyed” near:

• Saw a friend from high school who happened to be in my dorm visiting someone else
• Did my laundry
• Barely left my building
• Watched from afar and emotionally reeled as my younger sister moved into her freshman dorm
• Went for a walk to see the moon at 8 pm, not realizing I was still wearing my pajamas…got strange looks all around
• Gave myself wicked blisters after attempting to break in leather sneakers
  • Multiple people offered me band-aids in Riverside Park

And far:

• Did the Broad City challenge and walked all of Manhattan! 
• Went to Brooklyn
• Found God and also prints in a print shop
• Ate sushi from Morton Williams and literally descended to the ether
• Ate bad halal food and almost threw up at Pier 17 

Bwog got worked up over people and…institutions?:

• Got yelled at by dining because I wanted food that accommodated my restricted diet, and they refused to put it out for me
• Fought Amtrak
• Did not wage battle with CPS, perhaps, but entered tense negotiations and won
• Stood up to a nightmare date
• Avoided seeing someone I was dreading
• Struggled!!! with math

But Bwog also found serenity:

• Accidentally spent seven hours on a call with my boyfriend—replenished my soul
• Hung out with my girlfriend; felt content
• Was overwhelmed by the kindness of the men of Jack’s Art Gallery and Ivy League Stationers (seriously, oh my God)
• Made graphs
• Cleaned the bathroom at midnight while listening to girlboss music

And, finally, Bwog cried. Like a lot. Is Bwog okay?:

• Cried to Lil Nas X
  • Listened to basically nothing but Montero for the whole weekend
• Saw a dog in a baby carriage and wept!
• Considered crying

Journeys via Flickr