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Ten years ago I posted my first blog post. I'm not even going to bother to link to it because all it said was "this is my first blog post!!!" and then I announced that I was going to teach myself Movable Type because Movable Type was totally a thing and kind of like Wordpress but not Wordpress and I'm not even sure anyone uses it anymore. (Whatever, here it is if you really want to read it. I'll wait the two seconds for you to come back) But anyways. That was ten years ago. That was, according to my Wordpress...

East Meets West (Elm) — my teal, aqua, and gold mid-century modern meets global-inspired living room.   Over the holidays I had seven extra days off from work, everything from Christmas Eve through New Years. Combined with the weekends, that was eleven days off in a row. Eleven days where I didn't have to think about work. I thought about maybe traveling somewhere over the break, but I couldn't afford a trip and have had so many things I've wanted to work on that I decided to stay home and use the time off to catch up on my life. In preparation I...

Hello 2016. Hello. And Happy New Year to you all. I wish I could say I was one of those people who doesn't see New Years as a turning point, as a chance to start everything new, but I'm not. I wish I could say I was one of those people who shuns New Year's resolutions, who thinks they're pointless, but I'm not. ...

It's nearly 2016 and I can't believe this year is almost over. It doesn't feel like a whole year, an entire 365 days, has passed since the last New Years. But, here we are. I've made it no secret that I've felt off this year. That nothing was really clicking for me. That I was just stuck. Every time I felt like I was coming out of this hole something happened to push me back in. Nothing big, mind you, just small set backs. A friend moving away, jury duty, throwing my back out, bronchitis, jet lag, insomnia, moving and all...

When I was young, maybe eleven or twelve years old, I got a cactus. I named my cactus Mr. Bean and put it near the window of my bedroom. And it sat there, for a while, until it eventually died because I never remembered to water it. Let's back up here: I killed a cactus because I didn't water it enough. I killed a cactus, the one plant in the world notorious for not needing all that much water to survive, because I didn't water it enough. That's about how green my thumb is. In the years since, I've killed many plants. All of...

My November could be summed up in one word: bronchitis. Or, I suppose, one sound: a shrill, wheezing, growling, gasping cough. For the past three weeks I've done nothing but cough. It's something that hits me every couple of years: a cough that lasts and lasts, where I spend my days clutching my ribs in pain while hyperventilating on phlegm. It's not pleasant to be around me. It's also not pleasant to be me....

I have a lot to say about my two week vacation in Thailand. I just haven't yet found all the right words. So instead, for now, I'm just going to share with you what I ate. Because, really, food was one of the things I was most excited about in going back to Thailand. As someone who orders Thai food on a regular basis at home the idea that I could eat Thai food for every meal, every day, for two weeks straight, and not go broke or be judged, had me salivating....

Not much has changed in my living room since I last checked in five months ago. I guess I added the fig tree (I have a FIG TREE!) and the side table-turned plant stand. And I added the ugly-but-ever-so-necessary air conditioner. But really, not much else. The room needs a rug to tie it all together (but, quite seriously, I'm waiting until I can afford to go to Morocco and buy a rug from there...

Twelve months ago I returned home, to Chicago, after three and a half years of traveling the world. Twelve months ago I returned to my old job, the one I held before I quit to travel, and picked up right back where I was before I left. Twelve months ago I returned, for first time in a long time, with a sense of permanence....