I had an unexpected trip to Rhode Island last week. My Nana died on Monday, and Rob, Mags and I all packed up and flew there to be with my dad and April. It was a very bittersweet trip - we actually had a great time hanging out with my family and showing Rob around, (we basically ate our way across the state, and it was awesome) but there was this unspoken sadness because of the real reason we were there.



It was also a funny trip because it made me realize how much I miss being home. We were in a bar waiting for a Pearl Jam cover band to start (don't ask - it was actually really fun) and Maggie commented on how she felt so much more comfortable in New England than in the South. Like she belonged there. I think it's mostly because there's such a variety of people up there, all sorts of colors and ethnicities, that no one type dominates over another. It even snowed and was in the teens for most of the time we were there, and I loved it. I had frozen toes and had to go shopping to buy warmer clothes, and I loved it. Is there a possible move home for me in the future? I don't know. It would be complicated to leave the South... complicated but not impossible. I think I'll just focus on planning a trip up there this summer for starters, and then go from there.

this loom is amazing. who wants to drive out to Taos with me for a test drive?

isn't she precious?

hi. we're good. rome is challenging us - sometimes in good ways and sometimes in bad ways. in pondering the upcoming year and all we accomplished last year, i'm trying to live in the now instead of waiting until A, B, or C happens, thus allowing my adult life to officially begin. that's bullshit and it depresses me. i want more. i can't be afraid to challenge myself.


georgia aquarium date


christmas dogs