And Then I Realized, Maybe I Didn't Pack Too Much

As I wrap up a little more than 30 hours in New York, I have come to the realization that it's fucking hot here. Not like really hot, just you sweat a lot hot. And I had to come home at three and take my second shower. I wore two separate outfits today. A pair of jeans are completely out of commission unless I find a laundromat.

All of a sudden, I became quite happy that I packed one too many shirts.