The beginnings of a sunrise, balance, an adventurous child, a setting sun after a long day.
This past week I ran barefoot through fields with Brazilian children, climbed mango trees, sang songs, conquered language barriers, kissed little hands and shoulders, saw a sun rise sleepily up and over a mountain, ate starfruit, cut cartwheels, practiced yoga, built things, broke things, hurt things, loved things.
But now I’m back, trying to make sense of it all.
Every so often, usually on slow, cloudy mornings, I get to wishing I was back on a cobblestoned street, wandering back to the flat of my friend’s precious Scottish grandparents. I get to thinking about walking the streets, walking the parks, sipping on coffee, waiting on brief sunshine, about fresh markets, back alleys, bridges, buses, and books.
I get around to missing my moments there.
Missing Europe something fierce today. #Scotland #coffee #travel #boyfriend (Taken with Instagram)
Amsterdam, Dublin, Edinburgh…
I love you. I want to be back with you again, drinking tea in the morning in our adopted Scottish grandparents’ flat, riding bikes and hoping not to get flattened by extreme Dutch cyclists, dangling feet over the Cliffs of Moher…
What a beautiful, eye-opening trip we had. It’s strange to be back in the concrete Columbia jungle, though I’m not elitist enough to say that it isn’t good to be back in the comfort of home.
I want to get into a detailed, fantastically worded account of all that we saw and did, but I’m not sure I trust my words enough to explain it all in the right way. Maybe I’ll tackle it later. But for now, just this: until we meet again, Europe!
I haven’t really blogged in a while. Blogged. Blogged. That’s a weird word, I don’t think I like it very much. Hm.
My break has been pleasant and busy and simple all at the same time and I have enjoyed myself entirely. It can be pretty accurately summed up by the above photos (a product of the obnoxious amount of Instagram-ing I’ve been doing-apologies for that) but I think I’l just give a brief synopsis of them anyhow.
Top left: Last Christmas my family and I drove to Charlotte for the day and had such a fancy little time we decided to repeat that this year. We spent the night in a quaint little hotel, woke up to a torrential downpour the next morning but traveled on despite it, and made our way to NoDa (North Davidson) for a few hours. The cutest little area: music venues (The Evening Muse), yoga studios, restaurants, a theatre, cafes, and THIS beautiful/drool-inducing apartment. Couldn’t help but try and plan my life around it. If that’s sad, I don’t really care.
Top Right: Spent the beginning of the break in Charleston with good ole Tom (Thomas, for those of you that don’t know his nick name) and his family. Always a nice time. We watched movies, drank too much Coke, had friendly-albeit sometimes cutthroat-games of ping pong, and spent a day downtown. I’m training him to like coffee but we’re in the early stages.
Bottom Left: I think I’m pretty terrible at having an internet personality, which is unfortunate for my band. If you read our website or look at our Facebook page, it would appear that I don’t really exist because I never write anything for us or update anyone on our progress…I’ve always had difficulty promoting my music because I feel like it’s annoying. I know, I have to get over it. And I’m trying. Or I will try.
The band is taking some very large steps and I’m excited and proud and pumped. We raised enough money through our Kickstarter campaign (thank you to all that donated!) to fund an album and we’ve been in the studio for a nice portion of the break so far. We’re recording with Eric McCoy of Archer Avenue studios, holla. It’s been like a job, 9-5 for five days straight (and only really tracking drums and bass) and it has been hilarious and awesome and tiring, but I’m so excited for the opportunity and the eventual final product to share with you guys. I’m proud of this one.
Bottom Right: I call this one: ‘Happy Girl in Glorious Chair’. But seriously. If you’ve seen any of my posts on here, I can guarantee you’ve seen my hopelessly longing posts for a fluffy white ‘Fat Chair’, as my family likes to call them. During our family trip to Charlotte yesterday, we made a casual (OKAY, so I have been dying/whining to go back) trip to IKEA and I made a purchase that will change my life as I know it: this chair. Yes, the change may be that I get fatter because I never want to leave it (I’ve been reading/tumbling/coffee drinking in it for the last few hours) but I will be happy, I know it. I can feel it. Can you be in love with a chair? I think so.
So a Merry Christmas/Updated Life post, I give you. I’m excited for the New Year, and I wish you all the happiest of holidays. Cheers!