of the 25th

I spent the first half of yesterday traveling back from San Francisco — an overnight flight to Chicago, breakfast at the airport, then off to Newark and the journey home to Brooklyn. I walked into my apartment around 3pm, exhausted from lack of sleep. The day seemed like a complete wash, but my roommates really turned things around. The entire apartment was decorated in Joseph Gordon-Levitt, stacks of Oreos and peanut butter, beer, and words of humor and happiness.

Thank you to everyone — from San Francisco to New York — that made my 25th a year to remember. It’s been an awakening number to come to, but I believe it’s going to be a great one.