only five hours to iceland

Sunday afternoon!

I'm sitting out on the front porch, covered in brilliant spring sun. I have my pasty pins out for the first time. Behind me I can hear the rumble of 25A, one of Long Island's main arterial routes, cranked with traffic. People dropping their kids off to sports, going shopping, driving to the beach, to church, to visit family. I'm nestled at the end of our road, surrounded by trees, isolated but close. I haven't seen anyone today.

Although it hasn't even been a winter- I arrived here mid-Jan, and I've only seen snow fall hard enough to cover the ground once- I feel like it's time for the Spring. Colours are appearing, people are appearing. The place is waking up and the geese are no longer alone. In a month's time I'll nearly be done with school (what the heck), and then will be free for 2 months.

Yesterday was St Patricks Day, I went to the city with some kids. All of Fifth Ave was blocked as we saw High School Marching Band after High School Marching Band, riddled inbetween with some old people wearing chunky woollen sweaters and holding the banner 'England Out of Ireland'. The city was full of tipsy people, there was soft warm light, lots of crowds but no one on edge. I hit a wall at about 11pm after being there all day, and left my friends on the Upper East Side to catch the LIRR home. I'll upload some photos of the day that was.

It's funny being here on the porch, I need a shotgun, a cat, a banjo and a rocking chair and I'd be set for the perfect Americana situation. And I'd need to be a grandma. We're so tucked away that it feels almost intrusive when someone makes their way on down here. We're having a party next Friday which'll be ballsin. Clear night, bonfire, music, good people, good food is what I'm envisaging.

All is good, never youse mind.

Next week: Couchsurfing in the city, seeing Marcus Foster (a British singer-songwriter, who I don't know but my friend is keen), going to the Frick Collection, seeing the Black Keys, House Party, going to the Montauk St Patricks Day parade (Suffolk County's craziest day of the year, from what I hear), seeing Gotye. And class in between.

Love.Love.Love. x