Start of Summer

Two weddings and a birthday. Family in Jax. Friends in New York. A celebration in Seattle. All, it seems, a dream.

It began with the illusive Amanda getting married-- friend, cousin, sister. It was hectic to say the least, but filled with so much love. The cousins have moved all across the country: Colorado, Ohio, Baltimore, North Carolina, Nebraska, Atlanta... Then there's me, and I can hardly keep up with myself! When we get together it is something special, and unfortunately doesn't happen enough. But the love is always the same.

Then there was New York for the other unicorn in my life, Wilzen, so perfect that if reincarnation is real, I would like to come back as her. I was back in the city that made me, in its summer perfection and all of its glory. 

It was almost like a glimpse of what our life could be like in either of those cities.

Leaving was tougher this time around, especially Jacksonville. Saying goodbye to my parents was awful. It had finally hit me. I can't just go home when I want to. I can't pick up and leave for New York again when I want to. To add insult to injury, Seattle is FAR. But then the rest of reality set in. Yes, Florida is great, but most of the people that made that week great don't live there anymore. New York was as wonderful as I remembered it to be, but it is still a black hole in our wallets, and when we were there, the city was on its best behavior: summer.

That brings us to Seattle, not ever on my list of places to live, but life isn't ever what we expect it to be. It's a place JP and I can learn and love and grow together. And if celebrating JP's 31st with cupcakes on the rooftop with a few good friends is just the start, it seems we have much more to look forward to.

Maybe JP and I will end up in New York for a while. One day, I hope we move to Florida for good. In the mean time, Seattle, you will do just fine.

Feelings. Everywhere.

If it doesn't feel like 90's r&b I don't want it.

(Don't) Mind the Gap

I learned about the infamous thigh gap some time in high school. It was at that same time that I realized I didn't have one. In fact, I have zero memory of ever having a thigh gap. Even at my fittest, I have NEVER had a thigh gap.

I'm 4'10 1/2", have never broken 100 lbs, both petite and athletic. I'm sharing this information to make a point: the thigh gap is sh*t.

If you do have a thigh gap, great! If you don't, there is nothing wrong with you! Please don't measure your fitness level by the gap between your thighs. Ignore the ads, the Instagram models, because most of them are photoshopped... Terribly at that.

(But heart eyes all over this suit!)