Moving and mystery bruises.

Hello! Hi there, I'm still here.
A hasty update on life if you don't mind. It has been a little bit! As many of you know from Instagram and Facebook, Daniel and I have made the move into our own place. And doing so, we have formed solid musings about the process. Here's a few:

// Ikea is, and never ever was, a one-time thing. Ikea happens 5 times, at least.  

// Going into stores and completely forgetting what you needed to buy is a normal occurrence by now. 

// Kitchen trash bags are expensive. 

// Couch purchases are to be done late at night, preferably on a Friday, because they're on coupon, and there's only one left in the back. And no they cannot hold it. Getting it up to the third floor also is to be done late at night -- successfully, might I add. (Thank you Dad!)

// Coffee! iTunes!! Coffee! 

// A picnic on the floor is a perfectly fine solution for being without a dining table at the moment. 

// Wanting to buy. Everything. (I am not allowed anymore house plants.) 

But we love it so. We adore living together. Hanging out with my best friend for a forever sleepover and doing things like dancing in the living room, sipping on wine while assembling furniture, asking him to get my glass tupperware because I'm just too short to reach, watching Harry Potter backwards and forwards and halfway through because cable isn't up yet. Him, being patient and a big sweetheart as I fuss around, arranging decor just so -- measuring here, marking there. Spaces and corners we can look at and feel our home.  

Anyway. The bruises! I've accumulated an adorable little collection of battle marks from moving heavy things and clumsily running into new corners that my body is unfamiliar with -- hands, thighs, toes, hips, shins. I should have photographed them. Daniel whacked his head on a shelf in the fridge on the second night. 

So, I will share more photos as our apartment comes along. It's a little piece of magic, let me tell you.

Hawai'i

I think it took so long for me to post this entry about Hawai'i because I keep reliving it in my head and I’m in denial it's over. I feel like in some weird way, if I put all of the photos up, there’s no more for me to take and share because I’m not there anymore. That’s kind of how I am though. I get sad when good feelings don’t last forever, especially coming back from such a literally perfect time to the daily grind of nonstop work, errands, plans, schedules, everything. Talk about the worst post vacay funk. Here's a collection of some of my favorite shots. I loved seeing Daniel’s face at experiencing so many firsts in a place he’s never been to. Being in a beautiful place with your sweetheart is something else entirely. I loved spending time with the people I love the most. As a family, we're always so busy with our own lives and it’s hard to find the time to come together. It was so nice and much needed. Until next time, Hawai'i. Miss you.