Today as I sit alone in my apartment wearing my four leaf clover pin, trying to recover from yet another sleepless night, I can't help but compare this day to the same day last year.
Last St. Patrick's Day was and will forever be the best St. Patrick's Day of my life.
I spent it in one of my favorite places: New York City...
with one of my favorite people: my Dad...
participating in two of my favorite pastimes: parade watching, and sight seeing.
It was the most perfect day ever but on this, the anniversary of that day I'm left feeling melancholy, wishing I was someplace else.
Like getting lost in a festively green colored crowd
or feeding hot nuts to bold squirrels in central park.
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