Someday, mother...

I am back in Eugene, obviously. I decided to forego (sp?) back entries for the day(s) I missed, and instead, am here to provide a wrap-up for this whole endeavor.

I am happy that I decided to blow a bunch of cash and a chance to relax over break to go to New York. It simultanously got me over my weirdness of flying, leaving the west coast, and ambivalent feelings toward New York. Conclusions include: a lot of art is boring; there can be too many people; I love walking in cities; there is no feeling like hearing about a place/piece/etc. and having seen it.

The end.