Dear Reader

When the clock stuck 12:01 this New Year’s I told myself I would come back to those things that filled me with joy. I would drop the needle upon some vinyls more often, curl in my favorite corner listening the raindrops drum against the window. I would get lost within a world of words on pages and I would write more often. As it turns out, Dear Reader, I didn’t lie. It just seems that for the better part of a year the words falling out of my fingertips were flowing from ink to pages you shall never lay your eyes upon. Not because I was being dark, twisty and mysterious but it seems I just wanted to keep them close. Though here we are, mid July with words coming to life upon this page. And if the stories bouncing around in my head are any indication I would prepare yourself for more to come (for real this time).

It happens like this to me and it does so quite often. I find I have a certain affinity for particular things consistently though my expression of love for these is ever fluid. For months, I only listen to Indie records and then a breeze shifts to where it’s as if I am 13 years old and can only listen to the smooth baritone of Motown. I can’t get enough of playing in the kitchen though for a month I’m a sourdough baker, then focaccia and whoops let’s travel to Italy and make some homemade pasta only in time to want to learn how to properly make a cake. Ebbs and flows, I guess…

Anyhow, let’s see if I catch you up, Dear Reader, in one paragraph or less knowing more will ultimately unfold later. And I say “Dear Reader” because I am fairly certain that there may only be one of you left. Since June of last year I have been engaged and then married. We laid under the California sunshine, rung in the New Year from Istanbul (truly I slept but shhhh, it’s fine) navigated some of the darkest depths of winter only to come out alive and sparkling in rain-soaked Spring. By summer we brought all our favorite people together, if only for a moment. And somewhere in between all that we disconnected from the world in the mountains and then the sea, drank half our body weight in cocktails in Helsinki, danced in the living room, biked through storms (and nearly into canals) laughed until we cried. And then every once in awhile we pause, take a step back and a deep breath in mesmerized at this life we created. Not too shabby, ya?