I got a call from the Milano Graduate School for Urban Policy about scheduling an interview for admission tonight. The guy who called was actually Canadian and we got to talking about what it feels like to be a Canadian in New York. "I don't feel like I'm a foreigner but I'm constantly reminded that I'm just not American enough." Weird.
Work was rough. Tonight was rough but I still got a Lomo out of it. Sometimes having less than stellar ex-boyfriends pays off.
This could be me one day!