MISSING OUT ON FATHER'S DAY, BOTH PHYSICALLY AND LITERALLY DUE TO A BUSY SCHEDULE AND STATESIDE LOCATION, I THOUGHT I WOULD MAKE EFFORTS TO DEDICATE A POST. SUNBATHING IN PROSPECT PARK AND ALMOST PASSING OUT FROM HEAT, WHILST SURROUNDED BY FAMILIES CELEBRATING FATHER'S DAY WITH FOOD I CAN'T AFFORD, AND DRINKS I CAN ONLY CRAVE WAS QUITE SAD. FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE ARRIVING, I FELT A TWINGE OF SADNESS, FOR IF I WAS AT HOME, IT WOULD HAVE CERTAINLY BEEN ME PICNICKING ON FINE FOODS AND CHIRPING ABOUT WITH MY CLAN. I FOUND SOME FAMILY SNAPSHOTS FROM WHAT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY THAT I COULDN'T HELP BUT SHARE. LOOKING BACK AT THE BLEACH BLONDE BOB, OVERSIZED TEE AND PENCHANT FOR BUCKLED SANDALS, I WONDER WHAT'S REALLY CHANGED. BUT AS I SIT HERE IN THE NYLON OFFICE IN THE HEART OF NEW YORK CITY, I REALISE ACTUALLY, QUITE A LOT.
