I came across the I Love You Van on a freezing Saturday afternoon. Wandering aimlessly, crying, steaming up my glasses with the knowledge that, in that moment, calling anyone or doing anything wasn’t going to help. Sometimes it’s just about you and God. And, my thought is always, pay now or pay later, but those tears are coming out. Be it now, in 20 years or in your next lifetime, they’re coming. So, I wandered and cried, restraining myself from hopping on the 4 train and heading down to No. 6 Store (my new favorite shop) to buy the black shearling clogs I’d been obsessively obsessing over (I caved the next day. No regrets.) I shuffled through Union Square– and there she was: the van, in all her glory. I immediately had the overwhelming sense that God had graffitied this van just for me– and that a lovely Irishman called Ciaran Tully had brilliantly captured God’s tag. I love you.
I love you Lisa, Liz