I am a 31 year old New Yorker who has recently emerged from his quarter-life crisis as a semi-confident young man. Follow my pursuance of an M.A. in Secondary English Education at Columbia University's Teachers College, my attempts (and recent strides) towards carving out a writing career, my crazy employment history, the insane and insanely-amazing people I meet/know, (mis)adventures in pair-bonding, and the crap I get myself involved with/in, because apparently, I'm sort of interesting.
He couldn’t find the toy he was looking for because it was right by my feet instead of in the basket. I gave him a few moments before cluing him in, because he’s adorable when he’s despondent.
