Since I am no exception to the busy demands of New York and life in general, I promised myself a weekend of laying low, which I insisted would include healthy eating, working out and fresh air. On Sunday morning I took a 30 minute drive to the Brooklyn Bridge and strolled from end to end a couple of times and was accompanied by the voice of my mother before a playlist on Spotify. I didn’t have the bridge to myself, but I was still allowed a few moments to capture some flicks and snapchat photos to hopefully inspire a visit. Locks interlock on the bridge in different places with names and dates of people hopefully still deeply in love. The only thing I forgot to do on this Sunday was a put a lock on for myself. I should of wrote Lacey and New York, est. August 2014. Until Next Time.