Oh how I adore September. August often feels like a neverending Sunday, all the free time expands into restlessness. I feel rather futile when I’m not at work. In fact, I was giddy with excitement to return to my work, in the same way I always anticipated the beginning of a new school year. No Chanel or Louis Vuitton handbag will ever match the satisfaction I felt marching into a new semester with a brand new backpack. And the notebooks, oh the notebooks – I’d label them all with my name and class… all those crisp, lined pages waiting to be filled, : swoon. And now without academia, I thought I’d share a coffee I had with my assistant – which we drank frantically as we tried to devise a plan to accomplish our seemingly never ending TO DO list. Wish us luck, these next few weeks are going to be manic.
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