Since March, I have spent more time in New York than ever before: forty-five nights, in four bedrooms, in three neighborhoods. Brooklyn, to be precise, waking up on weekdays to ride the train into Greenwich Village. Ideologically resisting the idea of commuting even while overflowing with wonder, breathing in history, my fingers on the pulse of what often feels like America itself.

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It is the beginning of September, and July 1st seems like a decade ago.

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Last weekend, I helped create magic during the inaugural session of Camp Wonderful. It was stressful, it was messy, it was beautiful, it was perfect. I arrived at camp eager to work with some acquaintances; I left with a dozen friendships that I’m confident will last a lifetime.

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After a hectic month of travel in May, June was a slow jaunt through my northeast haunts.

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June marks three full months of wandering. May took me to eight towns or cities across four states. Here are some moments.

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