It has been 70 degrees here in Berlin pretty much every day for the last two weeks, so I have finally retired my winter denim jacket, and have reverted back to my normal jacket. I couldn’t take it much longer. I love my jacket and, a Virginia winter and two Berlin winters aside, I have worn it every single day for the last eight years . . . even if it’s like 100 degrees out.

This is what it currently looks like, including all its dorky contents:

And I think every girl I’ve ever dated has at some point had to put up with me saying some variation of this:

Anyway I’m back, baby. I’m finally RYAN again, for whatever that’s worth . . . probably not much!