Life Comes At You Fast

Boy, it sure does.

A quarter of the year has passed since I last posted…. oy.

My favorite season has left us as quickly as it came, and with that, my absolute favorite month was busy and blurry... like it didn't even really exist, but it did, in it’s own way this year.

Usually when I'm going about my days I think of all the things I want to say here. I have thoughts and opinions and a lot of ramblings, but when it comes down to typing things up, I go blank… oh well. In a nutshell to catch us up to speed here is what has been going on:

  • Wrapping up the Summer after our move we visited Austin, TX. Loved it, want to go back, could consider moving there - if only they had seasons! The nightlife is fun, and the size of the city is just perfect - not too big and not too small. It was the first time Brian and I got to ride around on the new electric scooters (soooo jelly these aren’t in NYC). We lounged by the pool at the hotel and relaxed, and we hopped around to some amazing restaurants and bars too. After some time there, we drove through “Hill Country” and stayed with Brian’s aunt on their ranch. It made me sooo home sick for Ohio… luckily I was headed there next!

  • A few weeks later I visited Ohio. My love. My home. My soul. It never gets old going back. I was solo on the trip and, though ideally I would have had company, the trip allowed me to appreciate all that is and will be. I visited Chillicothe and hung out with my favorite 2nd parents. They showed me all the cool new spots opening up in town and we knocked around at some old ones too. I caught up with an old friend and we shared news and interests of our somehow very adult lives. I saw a good college girlfriend where we caught up about life and work. I visited some special memories and caught some glimpses of everything I’ve missed for the past 2 years. Ohio is for me, no matter my age, or stage of life. I’ll always love it, and cherish everything that has derived from it to make me… me.

  • After Ohio, it was a short sprint to our Wedding weekend in Palm Springs. The weekend was filled with so much happiness, love, and bittersweetness all at the same time. It was the one time in my life friends and family from every chapter of my life were able to interact and be together under one roof. It was so overwhelming, I didn’t want the weekend to end, and yet, every good thing must come to an end. We spent the week after relaxing in Napa county in Northern California learning about wine and vineyards and got to reflect on everything that just happened. Northern California is magical, thats for sure.

  • Since being back from the wedding we’ve been working to get back into our normal routine in the city. For some reason it was really hard to bounce back from it all this time around, but we are finally settled back, a month later just to start traveling again for the holidays.

I have a very jumbled assortment of photos I’ve been meaning to edit. And they are very unseasonal. I’ve started to have other interests occupy my brain a bit other than photography. I guess this is one of those waves, come Spring I’m sure I’ll be back to it, but probably for the next few months I’ll be hibernating focusing on something else for the time being. More to come on that… maybe.



First round of photos are from the Pride parade from this summer.

(*hangs head in shame of how delayed these are*)

I woke up early before the city started moving and was able to capture some of Chelsea and West Village and their support for the day. After making my way to the Stonewall Inn, I came back to Chelsea and waited for the masses to come out and the parade to begin. It was a hot and sunny day, and made for the occasion even that much more momentous. The route actually went a different way this year as a test for next year’s World Pride Parade. There were so many walks of life, all supporting the same cause - it was truly moving. I also thought pride day was a great way for me to practice taking pictures of people since I don’t have much experience with that. I had a little anxiety doing it, but it quickly melted away when I realized how happy and willing people were to have their picture taken. What an experience.

Next up, Brian and I try to go to the beach a few times in the summer. It’s a very easy trip to make, via subway, but is a bit of a trek to get out there too. With traveling and wedding planning we only made it to the beach once, so here is just a little taste of what it’s like getting there.

And last but not least, the back to back weekends of Austin and Ohio, followed by our honeymoon adventure of going on a hot air balloon ride (random photos, I know, sorry).

xx, always.

we made it!

We are moved! Officially!

This is hopefully our final move for a few years to come. We moved "dahn tahn" just a bit, and are perfectly situated in West Villiage. I honestly can't gush enough about how much of a game changer it's been to finally live in one of "The Villages" (and to be west of 7th Avenue to boot)! Though we absolutely love our new spot, our apartment in Chelsea was pretty special. It was definitely the nicest apartment Brian and I have both ever lived in: space-wise, detail-wise, view-wise, but there are just some things over the course of the year that we realized we didn't need or really did need for our home space. A few things that totally make sense, and a few others that only make sense after you live through it

What we realized: 

  1. SPACE... We don't need it! The Chelsea apt was perfect for us for moving back to NYC after being in LA. It had 4 closets, and normal sized kitchen/bathroom, great sized bedroom and living room. Which gave us the space we needed (at the time) to fit back into the compact lifestyle that is New York City. However, we realized just having more space left room for more "stuff" and more area to clean (which we kept up with for the most part). Our old apt was approx 600 sqft and though to some that sounds ridiculously small to most, our new apartment is 300 sqft. We literally cut the space in half, and were able to fit most of our furniture and items into the new space (shockingly)... we just got rid of the "stuff" that cluttered up our life. Once we learned we were downsizing from 4 closets to 2 I told Brian that we had to be able to live off of two closets in the old place before we got to the new. That strategy I think majorly set us up for success (also thanks, Dad, for helping move the special "stuff" back to PA).

  2. Amazing Views... Great to have, but a tad overrated. Yes, the views were truly amazing in the Chelsea place. We had a corner unit, with practically wall-to-wall windows in the bedroom. We fell asleep every night to the glow of the city and Empire State building as our night light. That view will forever be ingrained in my head, but with the corner unit, big bedroom windows comes sun, a lot of sun, and a lot of heat. Didn't really think that through at the time, but when you're hung over and all you want to do is sleep, a hot sunny room is the last thing you need. Maybe eventually we'll have those views again (and the central air to keep it cool), but for now we have our perfect little windows, on our perfect tree lined street, and the change of scenery/greenery is quite lovely.

  3. Location... So important. Convenience is still a top priority for us and both places are just that. The new spot is located close to both the ACE and 123 lines, just below 14th Street, and our old place was prime on 8th avenue. Something we didn't consider the 1st time around, but did this move was the block. I always joke with friends but our block in Chelsea was probably THE sketchiest. We had 3 sex shops within the block, a dodgy bodega that we shared a corner with, a very suspect drug dealer who lived a few buildings down... all these things added up. It brought up all kinds of things we never thought about before - sketchy people hanging out around our apt entrance, dirt and trash always around, and did I already mention the sketchy people?? Honestly, any other block of Chelsea was night and day different than ours - which is hard to imagine, but I kid you not.

  4. Location... SOOOOOOO Important. We thought being on an avenue would be great, but it actually was very noisy. We had a Gristedes right next door and that was convenient but I never realized how many deliveries a grocery stores gets, and how early. We were always woken up by the backing up beeping of a delivery truck, or by honking horns from traffic and 8th Avenue being a pretty major throughway for the city, definitely made the block hectic with traffic. We actually had a car crash into our building this Spring from a T-bone incident. It crashed into the sketchy bodega... again, the corner that our bedroom shared... and though the accident took all night to clean up, the bodega was open with the usual suspect characters still lingering the next morning.

  5. Location... SO IMPORTANT! I'll sacrifice space for location any day of the week. We now live on a quite block, with no store fronts below us, and close to avenues but not living on one. We go for walks at night and feel good when we leave our apartment and don't dread about what might be around the corner.

  6. Apartment Insurance... It's not silly, and absolutely necessary. Last November a few days before Thanksgiving, we were hosting my parents for the holiday. As Brian and I were hopping into bed, we glanced out our bedroom window and noticed a cloud of smoke that came crashing over our building - almost like a a wave onto sand. We opened the window only to see flames shimmying on our roof. It was a fire... A FIRE... on our roof! Who has fires in New York?! I know a lot of people actually do, but I never thought it'd happen to me. Boy, is it scary. Lots of stuff was running through our heads in those first moments, but first thing we did was run to tell our neighbors, and as we were, a police officer came up to our floor and Yelled for everyone to evacuate. Brian and I went into panic mode, ran back into the apartment and grabbed everything "important" and zoomed down the 6 flights of stairs so fast, thinking back to it, I imagine myself just floating down the stairwell. After watching from across the street for what seemed like an hour (really 20 minutes), and crying that "all our stuff" that we worked so hard for was going to be just a pile of ash soon, the fire was contained. We weren't allowed back into the apartment because the NYFD had to go through protocol for securing the apt, so we went to our diner around the corner at 11:00 at night, got some hot chocolate and discussed what we were truly Thankful for... and the next day Brian got us apartment insurance.

I could probably keep going about the needs vs. wants vs. don't wants, but I think the above are 3 big hitters in our decision to move and where we moved to. Whats funny, now that I think about it, the Chelsea apartment was not only special because it was our first apartment back in NYC, but it was our first apartment that Brian and I found together... 3 1/2 years later. Here are a few pictures of the apartment that I wanted to capture and remember. 

Though moving has taken up a chunk of our time, I do still have pictures to edit and work through. Brian and I have a couple in the city we have become close with - Brittany and Ian who got engaged recently and they were so kind and asked me to take a few engagement photos of them (!!!). I've never done real engagement pictures so I was really nervous, but the experience was totally good to have. I have SO MUCH to learn, but it was really fun doing it for the first time. I'm definitely not comfortable photographing people... but thats something I'm focusing with photos to come. 

Speaking of engagement pictures - my amazingly talented girlfriend Nicole, who is shooting our wedding, crashed with us in the city a few weeks ago and did a mini - at home photo session of Brian and I. She is truly, incredibly and unbelievably talented. For some of the pictures she took of us - you can find them here. Enjoy. 

Well my tummy is full of Chinese take out and and the bed is calling my name. 

Until next time. 

xx,

always. 

Train 42: The Pennsylvanian

**written on the 3rd, posted on the 7th. whoops**

I'm on the train back to NYC, traveling through the lush hills of Pennsylvania, with PLENTY of photos to edit and thoughts in my head - yay, yay, YAY!

  • First thought: I've always grown up in towns near train tracks... more so in PA and MO, but the sound of a train horn off in the distance (especially at night or in the morning) is such a familiar, nostalgic and lovely sound to me. Can't get enough of it.
  • Second thought: I'd take any morning or late evening over a perfect afternoon any day of the week.
  • Third thought: Am I weird for that? Whatever.
  • Fourth thought: Today is my good friend Anna's 30th birthday!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNA! ***and now yesterday, the 6th, was my other good friend Liz's birthday too! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ!!!***

Anna's bday has got me thinking about July birthdays and age. She is the first friend my age who is turning 30 (Liz turned 29 - yay!). It's amazing and hard to believe at the same time. I'm sure she doesn't feel 30, just like I don't FEEL like I'm 29... who actually feels their age anyway? At some point age truly did just become a number (I'm guessing after 24) and now life just kinda blurs, and with this blurred understanding of how old we feel vs. how old we actually are comes blurred perspective of our own selves (at least for me). Not all the time, but sometimes I look in the mirror still see this insecure 19-year-old just trying to desperately figure things out, then other times I see this lively, naive twenty-something taking life by the horns, but more often then not these days, I look in the mirror and see a grown woman (pushing 30) who is genuinely herself (after many, many years of learning what that actually was and lots of experiences and feelings to get there). Does the looking in the mirror thing ever stop? I hope not. I'm sure living in New York is part of it a bit (a literal adult playground), but here are some things I feel keep me young at heart & soul (all in moderation):

  1. Staying up late and sleeping in - - not all the time, but every once in a while. Remember doing that as a kid? Goodbye 8:00 p.m. bed time and hello 1:00 a.m. (or 4:00 a.m. depending on the night)
  2. I keep some clothes from different ages of my life that make me feel good! I have jeans from high school, and a dress from my early twenties and it feels great wearing them from time to time - they are a part of so many memories and are just solid pieces of clothing that make me happy to have - quality, 'almost' vintage pieces!
  3. I'm definitely irresponsible on occasion too. Brian and I are almost all the time responsible (allllllmost), but sometimes we have one too many drinks, throw caution to the wind, and laugh about it the next day while we are nursing our hangovers and bank account.
  4. Buying foods I loved as a kid. Those consist of, but are not limited to, ding dongs, fruit roll-ups, oreos, or chocolate fudge pop tarts (note 3/4 are are form of chocolate)! They're easy and delicious snacks, though maybe the not healthy, but in moderation are totally worth the calories.
  5. Keep moving. I walk a minimum of 3 miles a day, then try to work out on top of that. Granted NYC does lend itself to walking more... but my point being keep moving no matter what - our bodies need it and our souls need it more. I love walking and listening to music (then imaging I'm in a movie or music video depending on the song). 
  6. Speaking of... I listen to music and try to find new music. No matter my mood, music always makes things better, or bearable. And the resources to find new music is literally endless. Also, listening to music that was "new" when I was a teen is really a #tbt and still gets me pumped. Check out Spotify's Throwback Playlist - its a total winner.
  7. Allow myself to be goofy and (sometimes) quirky, and not be sorry about it. Kinda like a young child... ya know? They are oblivious to how people perceive them and 100% genuine. For me - thats a little goofy, and a little quirky,  My niece and nephew have definitely had me dig down deep to find the goofiness and silliness. Life is too serious most of the time, it's a relief to make believe and just have fun. Try it, I swear it will make you smile.

Brian and I move apartments on the 14th, and though we've downsized just as much as I think we possibly can, there is still so much "stuff" and some of that "stuff" are things that I truly just. can't. part with. So with the days off for 4th of July and about a car full of items that I wanted to try and hold on to - this opened up the opportunity to head to PA. My brother and his family were also in town - so that made the opportunity just that much sweeter. Dad offered to drive up and pick me up (who's going to turn an offer like that down?), and we made the familiar long drive together back to PA. I love being back there and just being with family and visiting. LOVE. We went to the park, we ate a ton of cheerios, we cried a lot (not so much the adults, but the kiddos), we deciphered baby noises and grunts, we napped (both adults and kiddos), we giggled - it was great. Kids are great. Here's some pictures of our trip to our childhood theme park: Idlewild Park. 

Also while I was home, Blair was interested in taking pictures with my camera. It was in manual mode, but I adjusted the settings and let him snap away. For some reason I really love these photos. They are so sweet... just seeing the pictures from his point of view - see his little feet and leg hairs. Granted I know he didn't really know what he was shooting, but I just really really love these photos. 

xx, always.