And here I sit, still a tad shocked that I am actually in Russia. If you kept up with my Instagram story saga, you likely read some of this. Today, buckle up, because I get to unashamedly word shpill allll the blood, guts, and gore! That's me below, caveman eating a burrito after my first round of distressful (and denied) flights, another round[...]
January 18th, 2021. My flight departed an hour ago from Greensboro, NC and is currently high up in the sky. Atlanta is the only connecting flight and then it is the final haul across the ocean. Long layovers aren't usually my thing, but 3 hours in ATL and its metropolitan monotony doesn't sound half shabby this time. London is far from home. I've drive[...]
The Holidays are bittersweet for me. I think it's because I seem to fail at the department of warm fuzzies that culture indicates I must feel. Christmastime almost feels like an illusion - or at least the materialized version of what this era dubs it as. I lived for it as a child, but as I grew and my eyes were opened, the Holidays weirdly exposed my loneliness. Even[...]
"So Kelly and I have been reading your blog, and it sounds like you need some mountain therapy," My cousin's voice said through the other end of my phone. I sat on my bedroom floor, probably having just gotten way too caught up in my head or predetermining life's impending doom. "...And were wondering if you'd like to come out to Montana?" It was my cousin, w[...]
It donned on me that Flo Rida (someone give me sunglasses and a downbeat, please) is literally FLORIDA's syllables broken down. Did you ever notice that?! Or is that just me? Maybe I'm late to the game. I'm a very fly by the seat of my pants little lady. I love structure and boundaries, but I equally like flexibility and spur of the moment adventures. Much of this ha[...]
I've been writing/drafting up a storm here lately, but this eve, I have less words and a whole array of photographical eye candy. It has been so healing to create through my lens again. 2018 - and especially 2019 - were the most stressful 2 years of my life. During that time, I lost my voice in every which way. I gave up so many pieces of myself, and my camera was on[...]
There's someone sitting in this room...and your family has been faithfully PRAYING for you to come home. Someone in here NEEDS to go home. Little did I know - as I sat front row, dead and center in the church's auditorium, hair messy, running clothes still damp from sweat - that those words were being spoken to me. I always thought of a prodigal as purely the[...]