You'd think that...

Something about the summer approaching has led me to stop brushing my hair and wearing makeup. This whole Austin hippie thing is totally being embraced for the last 12 days here in Texas.

But when it really comes to not wearing makeup it's not because I am lazy or

I think I am so naturally beautiful that my face shouldn't be ruined w/some powder

(um...whatever.).

It's because I love my freckles.

And as I get older...they're fading.

And that makes me sad because they've been little specks on my face since like forever. 

 

 

via: KZukowski

 

The wanderer

When I was a sophomore in college I became very very restless.

In that "Oh god, I'm going to regret this if I don't change this" restless. 

When you're 18 years young that's a very scary feeling.

So I pointed to a map.

And I moved to Colorado.

And for 5 years, I lived in Fort Collins.

aka...the best place ever.

Old town, brew fest, Colorado State, 4 for 1's, friends, bike rides...

Fort Collins had it all.

Fort Collins was my first love.

But when I graduated, I had to move on. 

Because isn't that what you do when you graduate?

You break up with your 1st love and go on to find the real deal?

We still love each other, but we've grown apart..me & fort collins.

Because, when i was 22 and newly graduated, I felt that restless feeling again.

"What if I grow up soon and I don't live everywhere I could have?!"

So a year later, I moved to Annapolis.

A quaint town on the water.

Just what you need when you need a reality check.

New/Old Friends, Good food, perfect views.

But, a year passed and I had this pit in my stomach and this devil in my ear.

"move." it spoke.

So I did what any wanderer would do...

I moved to Austin.

Hey there Austin...:)

It was in Austin where I learned more about loneliness and independence than I ever had.

Loneliness in that choose to be lonely, not neglected.

 Independence in that decisions are mineeee alllll mine!

Oh Austin, you and your live music, longhorn football and trailer park eateries..

You've been a good friend.

But...I must move on.

Only this time, it's not my gut telling me to move. 

For the first time, it's responsibility and practicality.

Weird.

Back to NY I go.

K is for

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Seafood Obsession

The hardest part of living in Texas is the lack of fresh and available seafood. Being from the east coast summers were full of clam bakes and the occasional crab leg feast. Once I discovered there's more than one way to eat a clam I was hooked. 

Steamed clams are a gift from God. I'm not even kidding.

{via: Threemanycooks}

My favorite food in the entire world is Clam Chowder...I wish I could say it's easy to live without the delicate creamy chowder, but it is not.

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One of the things I'm really looking forward to when I get back to NY is eating clam chowder for breakfast, lunch and dinner. 

 

Go Your Own Way

{via Where the Side Walk Begins}

When I saw this map on Saras blog I died. Naturally, I was browsing during work hours so I didn't literally die but I thought it totally summed up the past 3 years of my life. When I make the next move in 2 weeks I'm going to make something like this. Plus, the fact that it is a Fleetwood Mac lyric makes it that much cooler. 

In 2 weeks time I'll be packing up my Jetta, once again, and making the cross country roadtrip to set up shop for yet another year...or 5. 

{via Ilovehoneylace}

You see, I am somewhat of a gypsy. In the past 3 years I've lived in Colorado, Maryland, Texas and now back to NY, my original stomping grounds..but ya know what?

{via: HappyThings}

It all kind of started with pointing at a map. 

via: Pinterest

I'm not even kidding. But I wouldn't have changed it for the world.