I’ve been thinking a lot about places I love and the ways in which they are stored and catalogued in my brain. This is a picture of one of my favorite places in the world and each time I visit, it holds true to every memory attached to it. That validation feels comforting; makes me feel rooted and grounded in something much bigger than myself.

In the last couple years, I haven’t attached much meaning to the start of a new year. Personally, I wasn’t feeling the turnover or the unfolding that others experience when the year changes. And I guess I feel similarly this year, but in 2019 I’ll welcome a new decade of my life, so it feels bigger than usual.

I’ve learned so much about myself in my 20s and I’ve applied a lot of what I’ve learned to situations and opportunities that have arisen in my life. Other times, I didn’t really heed the lessons I learned, so I just relearned them again. To be human, I guess.

I always attach a small amount of pressure to continue updating this space — in its various formats and lives — even when I don’t feel naturally inclined to. I almost deleted this blog today, on a whim that had been turning over in my mind over the past few weeks. But then I decided not to.

In 2019, maybe I’ll share more here. Maybe I’ll document the small intricacies of my life. Perhaps something new will unfold. A creative awakening or a rekindled desire to catalogue those places I love in a more concrete and lasting format. Here’s to 2019 and all that’s to come.

Friday Gratitude (001)


Grateful to have lived in the same city as them for the first few years of their lives; to have built a bond that is strong and steadfast; to find new ways to build our relationship, even from far away; and to learn from them and grow with them for years to come.


Grateful for strawberries that are easy to pick and even easier to eat (and also for people who make share delicious jam recipes).


Grateful that places like this exist and are only 20 minutes away.