Central Park, tequila & goodbye

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On Friday I made my way all the way up to Central Park. I was going to hang out with Paula before she was going to the airport and back home to Stockholm. We met up on the south east corner and went in to this green world. 

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I was wearing a t-shirt and sunglasses from Urban Outfitters, skirt from Zara, Birkenstocks, bag from Carin Wester and scarf from & Other Stories. We lasted for about ten minutes in the grass before it felt like a thousand ants had made their way into our underwear and our legs ached. I'm actually not that big on picnic's? I just can't sit comfortably and the grass always itch my butt. So instead we took a stroll under the big green trees before walking out of the calm and into the hectic Fifth Ave stress. 

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I'm so sad we won't be together next quarter. She's going to London to do her second internship, while I'm heading back to Hamburg to graduate. However, I couldn't be happier to have had this wonderful weirdo as my partner in crime this past quarter. 

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After having inhaled some froyo it was time for Paula to head over to Roosevelt Island to get her bags and head home. I couldn't say bye just yet, so I took the tram over the river with her even though I'm terrified of heights. Aren't I a GREAT friend? I even went back all by myself, because I hear people say the magic happens outside your comfort zone. Can't say it was that magical though. But, I survived!

So after hugging Pauli goodbye I went and met up with my other crew, Daniel Linn and Nicolas. Jonathan joined us too and we strolled through Soho in the golden evening sun. After some yelping we decided to go to this place, Sel Rrose, for some oysters and drinks. Since I absolutely hate oysters I had a burger instead and we got tipsy over a few beers. 

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The night continued with tequila shots in different bars around Lower East Side before we took an Uber over to Greenpoint and a spot called Enid's. There we danced to some hiphop and made new friends over cigarettes on the stoop next door. I'm so happy this babe came into town. Couldn't think of a better way to spend my last whole week in New York. 

Now her and her boy left me for a few days in Toronto and I just want mine to come back from France. Gloomy Brooklyn days are even gloomier when he's not around. 

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