delusions of grandeur

This past weekend Nicole and I took a trip to Central Park because the neurotic in me was convinced that if I didn’t get there soon, I would have missed all of this year’s beautiful foliage. Like the park doesn’t have enough trees in it’s nearly 843 acres.

Here are some photos I took. I used picmonkey to enhance them, but I didn’t really have to.

It’s days like this where I wish I lived close enough to call this my backyard. I’ve always imagined myself living in an apartment that is a cross between Meg Ryan’s in “You’ve Got Mail” (the windows! the french doors! the built-in bookshelves!) and Mr. Bedford’s from the 1994 version of “Miracle on 34th Street” (the window seat! the view of the parade! the park!) In my bigger delusion of grandeur, I imagine I would live in Blair Waldorf’s apartment┬ápenthouse and enjoy her use of a chauffeured limo. Although, Meg Ryan’s brownstone and Mr. Bedford’s prime location apartment would cost a pretty penny so I guess they’re all a pretty grand delusion.

Hope you enjoyed! See you next time!

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