I am currently in Austin, Texas for a wedding on Saturday and I am drinking up every single bit of wonderful that I can while I am here. For those who may not know, I lived in Austin for a mere sixteen months, but in that short period of time, this place – the smell on the breeze, the damp, steamy air, the short, crooked trees, the food, the music, the people, all of it – grew on me. Grew in me. It burrowed into my soul and took root. I am utterly and ridiculously happy to be living in Minnesconsin again, but this place, the town in the middle of Texas, it fits, too. They say home is where your heart is – and I used to think that meant one place. I know better now. You can leave pieces of your heart all over, and I’ve definitely left...
Archives for April 2012
thirty one years
Today marks the thirty first anniversary of my birth. Birthdays have always been a big deal to me – a cause for raucous celebrations festooned with cake, confetti, cupcakes and gifts. Music and dancing and flowers and friends. A proverbial tiara to be worn for twenty four solid hours. But this year feels different, somehow. Calmer. Peaceful. Without need for tiaras or confetti. I seem to have come into my own over the course of the last twelve months, and this week I found myself looking forward to my birthday for completely new reasons. I usually get excited over the promise of gifts, small, medium, or large (or handmade by toddlers) and a facebook wall full of well-wishes. Phone calls and texts and make-you-feel-special words from all angles. I’m a shamelss self-promoter of my birthday, and I tak e no prisoners when it comes to making sure all who know me are aware of the...
warm love: amie+dan
Last year I wrote down goals; things I vowed to accomplish in 2012. The list is quite extensive – I’m nothing if not an overachiever – and one of the first bullet points is to get out and shoot. Often. MORE often. To shoot for myself. I contacted some friends and asked if they’d be gracious enough to live their lives in front of me. Out loud. Uninhibited. Real. My darling friend Amie was one of the first people I sought out. I’ve known her for seven years and in that span of time we’ve become dance-in-the-middle-of-a-Katy-Perry-party-while-singing-at-the-top-of-our-lungs-even-if-it’s-remarkably-off-key besties. I am so thankful for her presence in my life – however sporadic our moments together may be. Amie has an energy that is contagious. It’s the kind of bug you hope to catch. She fell in love recently, with a man named Dan. A funny nerd who completely compliments her. Dan...