A farewell brunch. Where you celebrate the excitement of new beginnings, the warmth of the shared moments and the good wishes that you put in her pocket, as she goes. In an artsy place. Where you celebrate colours, art on the walls and light through the ceiling. Where you drink juice with a striped straw, you play ping pong while waiting for your food and you grab your bottle of bubbles from the sink. At Cambridge Street Kitchen, on a day when G made us set our alarms early. And it was totally worth it.
xO
