This year, amiright? So many things happened in 2016 that I never in a million years would have expected. And many of them I didn’t like. But the crazy thing about the unexpected—even the bad stuff—is that the more it happens, the more it makes you believe in the unbelievable. If you consider that outlook, it means there’s more room for hope, there’s more room for surprises, and there’s more room for those things you don’t dare to dream to come true.
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Current situation: home sick in bed. The excitement of the upcoming holiday has gotten the better of me, and as I type I’m spraying chloraseptic into my mouth and bouncing in and out of a Nyquil-induced haze. So bear with me.
After almost four whole years in Manhattan, I’m still crossing items off my NYC bucket list, and last night was no exception! For the first time EVER, I traveled all the way to Flushing Meadows for the U.S. Open. The Unisphere? Saw it. The World’s Fair observation towers? They’re there too. Also, tennis, you guys. It’s great.
I consider myself an avid tennis fan, though I’ve never played an organized match and I really have no idea about the game’s strategy. But I do know things: Wimbledon is grass and all whites. Andre Agassi had a spectacular mullet. Serena is the GOAT (even if FiveThirtyEight says otherwise). And Andy Murray and Kim Sears are the Will and Kate of the tennis set.