Writings to my Brother. Postings to my Blog.

When will I know what the hell I'm doing? I'm going back to school online in January, ya know, so I can finally graduate. Sometimes, I really hate that I am in New York doing nothing that is remotely going towards my career, but I know I am learning a lot here and the city has taught me so much. I am learning how to handle people, too, and how to handle myself in very tough situations, but most days I really hate that I am not going forward in the career that I want--coaching. I love tennis more than anything, and I wake up most days hating where I am at and what I am doing--loving where I am working, because it's a really amazing company--but then, at the end of the day, I am usually happy to go see out family, but then it all ends by midnight, and I wish I was waking up the next day to coach or to exercise or to be outdoors even. 

The worst part is, I stay here, because I don't want to fail and for my pride. All New York has done is shit on my face and knock me down, yet I keep thinking if I stay here I will somehow make a push and move forward.

I know come Spring it will be different, because I have clients who have searched for me and contacted me via LinkedIn to teach their kids and such. But, I don't know, Bobby. I'm so worried that I am just wasting my time.

I also want to graduate, but I am going to be so far in debt graduating here, because I will probably have to use some of my student loan to live off of--which is okay, because then I guess I could be less stressed out and enjoy the city for a year or so while I graduate. 

I hope to be a graduate assistant come next January, because I will graduate in December. Maybe I should start looking at schools? Maybe I want to be a college coach?

I just don't know. I'm so scared that I am never going to be happy or settled or anything. I'm scared I'm always going to run around and never pick one place and grow roots. I'm scared to not see Nanny, and I miss our family so much.

And, after all that, if I am a graduate assistant, where will I go? Where will I get my masters, and WHO will accept me?

Maybe this is just how 22 is supposed to feel, but 23 is approaching too rapidly.

xo

Southern thoughts are lingering in my head...

I guess it's the struggle? Or the scenery? Or the lack of passion in my life? But, one thing or another is always calling me back to my mountains, and I really just don't know.

I miss home so much, and I really miss my family. They mean everything to me. I have family here. I have Alexis, who is my closest family member outside of my immediate family, but I miss my dad, my dog, my home. I feel like I always write about home sickness; it's just my reality. I am always searching for everything I don't have rather than being grateful and seeing all the beauty that surrounds me each moment that I breathe.

Sometimes, I feel as if I am going no where, and I am running in circles, going backwards to a place that I don't want to be. But, then, I leave work and run up 12 blocks and I am greeted in a bar by cousins I never saw growing up, and I realize how amazing this place can be.

Most days, I realize that I am searching for something I already have--happiness--but I am longing for a love I cannot live without, and maybe that's what keeps me running in circles. I am always looking for a place to call my home and a person to call my love.

Sigh

Here's the deal

Maybe it really just isn't all cracked up to be, or maybe I just cannot be satisfied with the beauty around me. I never want to settle, but I am desperate to grow roots. What do I love about being in Knoxville? I have places and faces that are mine. I have people who know my nickname is Maroo, and I have family who means everything to me.

But, I have that in New York, too, so I don't get what the problem is. I know I need to meet new people, but I cannot exactly understand how. I know I am a difficult person, and I know I don't exactly put off the 'bff' vibe when I first meet people. There still has to be a way though.

Maybe, I just need a place I love to live in--apartment I mean. Some place to call my home, not someone else's.

Today, I have an interview for a second job as a personal trainer. So, maybe the extra money will help me make it through the days and somehow get a place and somehow meet people. I know it takes a long time, especially up here. I know I have an uphill battle with not only myself, but with the people who surround me. This is their world, and I have just stumbled into it.

As for matters of the heart, we all know what is going on with those when it comes to me.

Drops of Jupiter.

xoxo

I've been slacking.

I am officially a New Yorker. I am also officially an employee of Scott J. Aveda... not a nanny--lolz.

I don't really know what to write, because I feel as if I cannot properly express myself on the internet anymore, but it's probably some stupid phase that I am going through.

xx

Madison to Battery Park City

Sitting in a Starbucks without WIFI on Madison Ave is not exactly the most ideal situation for someone who has a job interview all the way in Battery Park City and has no idea how to get there. 

The last few weeks have turned life upside down and back around a few different times. I cannot quite understand what is going on anymore. I have gone from tennis to nannying, and I have a job interview in both fields today. So, from BPC at the Ritz to Roosevelt Island and their racket club I will go. 

MIRACULOUSLY I HAVE WIFI!

The more and more I think about teaching in the city, the more and more I hate the idea of it. The more I think about living in someone's home as a nanny and getting paid to do so, the most I love the idea of it. It sucks that Tennessee doesn't look close, and I hate that my career is put on hold, but with the opportunity to simply profit money, and be able to straight up pay my bills off, I cannot be anything other than grateful.

The other thing I am debating: getting rid of my smart phone. I am so sick of being connected. I am not quite sure what else to do. All I need is e-mail. I do not need Facebook or Instagram or anything else. I need e-mail, and I may not even need e-mail if I get hired. 

So, let's see how the day goes. 

xoxo

So Long Sweet Summer

As the Summer comes to an end in The Hamptons, so does my life here. It has been a grueling 9 months, and I have grown in ways I did not even realize possible. I have learned who I am, and I have learned what I want out of life. I went home, and my friends complained that I have grown up too much and changed. Maybe I have, but it is for the best. I am twenty two years old, and I love myself. How many people my age can say that?

So many things have happened this Summer, and I quit the job that brought me here four weeks ago--which was the best decision I have made over the past few months, but it also means no school and a lost of $350 for the application fee and books I already opened. But, more importantly, I am now at a place where I can teach the way I want, show people my passion for the game, and help them grow as individuals on and off the court. Each day, I feel as if I am accomplishing new things, reaching for new goals, and developing my career.

As I said before, not only is the Summer coming to an end, but my life is as well. I have been offered some incredible, life-changing career options recently, and one may just take me back to Tennessee... except I would be the Junior Director for the entire state of Tennessee. That thought is nearly in comprehensible for me, but I am aching for the responsibility and challenges that will face me each day if I am chosen for the position.

Callie and I have been crying, and the thought of us seperating almost hurts worse than the thought of Filip and I potentially not being together all the time. Callie is my other half, we moved across the country together, and without her, I may not have met the man I call my husband. I hate that I am selfish and wanting her to move back with me if I go to Tennessee, but I honestly cannot see myself without her.

We went out last night. We don't have to drink. We don't have to pretend to be people we are not. We just are. We are ourselves. We are happy. We are best friends, and honestly, I'm pretty sure Carrie Bradshaw was right when she said our girlfriends are our soulmates.

I don't know what even the next week of my life will come with, and I have no idea where I will be in 7 days. I have no idea where I will be living, how I will get there or why. All I know is that I have finally found who I was always supposed to be... Miranda Elizabeth Cameron. And, that's exactly what I have always wanted.

xoxo,

M

September 2...

I will officially be moving to NYC...

I need to:

Start packing my clothes
Start saving every dime
Sell my car
Get out of my lease
Start running
Make a portfolio
Stop stressing out, because a flare up is coming on
Count my blessings
Find a place or three or five to work
Get my spa supplies
Get my gluten free skin care
Ahhhhh

The rain tapping...

...on my window-perched, cheap A/C unit is calming me after today. I am officially registered for school, and I start classes September 3rd. :)

There's so much on my mind still. I have so much to do, so much to figure out, and I have so many things to discuss with Filip. We never have time. We have to make time. I also have to let myself go. I have to let my guard down. I have to say everything that I feel and want and need. I have to be vocal for the both of us. I want to be vocal for the both of us. I want us to be happy. I know how difficult I can be. I know how self absorbed I can be--just look at this paragraph of "I's!"

At the end of the day, I just want to be happy; I can say that I am happy, every day. Even on my worst days, I am happy. I nearly died once, you know, and during my 13 month recovery I learned just how precious time is. Be wild, make ridiculous decisions, say everything you shouldn't say, and love the life you live... After all, you only have this moment guaranteed.

So, here's my favorite quote--maybe, just maybe, it will help you take baby steps in the direction of the life you truly want to be living:

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self centered; Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway. If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies; Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway. You'll see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.

-Mother Teresa

XOXO

And here's where I start to get worried...

Every now and then I regret moving to New York with someone else, and maybe that is selfish of me, but I am only twenty two years old; sometimes, I just want to worry about me, myself and I.

The truth of the matter is: I will hustle, I will dive, I will grind and I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. That being said, my best friend--my roommate, does not have that drive. We also have two completely different wants.

I want to live in Manhattan. While I love Brooklyn, so much, I really want to live in Manhattan. I want the hustle and bustle, and I do not want to worry about the subway to and from Brooklyn each day, each evening, or after each evening we go out.

Callie, however, wishes to live in Brooklyn. Cost wise it is far more realistic, but like I said, I will do whatever I want to get where I want. I am scared that I will allow myself to miss out on my dreams just so Callie is left to figure it out on her own.

Factor number four: I am married now. My husband is living in Manhattan, end of story. Hello! That's not only where I want to be, but it's where I have to be.

So, who sacrifices? We can always get a 3 or 4 bedroom and split it between multiple people and live that way. She could live with my cousin. I mean money is just a serious issue, drive is a serious issue.

Tonight, I will finally have the talk with her.

Wish me luck.

xoxo

Breaking News

As of September 3rd, I will officially be starting esthetics school in New York City!!!!!!

I am so beyond excited to finally be stepping in the direction of my other dream: to be a successful makeup artist. The program sets aside 86 hours for makeup, so I am truly blessed to have found such a fantastic school to be accepted to. Hopefully, after I graduate the program, I can start attending an actual makeup school and legally claim myself as a makeup artist. 

It's going to be a rough 4 months; I will be living and working and going to school in the city Monday through Friday, and I will be back to The Hamptons Saturday and Sunday to work. 

Enjoy the first few pictures and the last couple pictures from my last couple days off. :)

I love my family and friends and cute little hubs. 

Xoxo

Wedding Bells and Fairy Tales

Self exclamatory :)

Hehehhe

Xoxo

72 hours, but more importantly, 31 hours.

The first time we met, I managed to not make eye contact. His friend was interviewing for a position at the club I teach at. She got the job, and he stuck around.

The second time we met, I weaseled my way across the court and through 20 other pros to make sure he became my partner for the upcoming drills.

The third? We sat on opposite ends of a table in his home--since his friend and I have become relatively close the last couple weeks. We joked a lot, and he challenged me.

"Are you hungry?" -Him
"What are you talking about?!" -Me
"I can cook you something; I have granola bars, too." -Him
"One, I do not trust your cooking. Two, I cannot eat wheat, weirdo." -Me
30 seconds later...
"Are you sure you don't want food?" -Him
"Why do you keep asking me this?" -Me
"Because, you keep eating your hands and fingers--you seem hungry." -Him

Within 72 hours of that evening I had stopped biting my nails and gotten a manicure; 24 hours later, he complimented my hands.

Another 48 hours passed, and a whirlwind of an evening caught up with me, and I left his home--not because of him. As I reached my car, my phone lit up. "If you want we can go for a drink... if you're not too pissed." We drove, and without any direction, we continued to drive. I decided to turn for my favorite beach--a place he had not been. Two hours later, we walked along the full-moon-lit shoreline back to my car. We drove back to my work and sat while we talked and ate Snickers icecream.

Fast forward 32 hours. We have been shopping for specifics--swimsuits to take to Shelter Island, so we can swim at one of his client's homes. Shopping does not bring out the best in me--worst actually. It's like me being hungry--I get super annoyed and testy. That being said, on top of the shopping, ole grumpy gills herself (me) was starving. We head to Shelter Island--his favorite place out here--for some Mexican food. Of course, the place was closed. On to the grocery store--which, might I add, we both have a strange love for. Ok, blah, blah, blah.

The next day, we wake up, sweating to death from the lack of air conditioning on the island.

I shower, get dressed, and we leave. He drives me to my home where I cook and we eat breakfast, then he drops me off at work. I'm really confused at this point.

I slept in a bed with a literally gorgeous 24 year old man, nearly naked, and nothing happened. There was one really awkward pop kiss from me, naturally. Nothing happened, though. I couldn't decide if this was a good or a bad thing.

Does he like me? Is he gay? Did I do something wrong? Am I gross? Maybe he was just being respectful?

Well, apparently, he likes me, he's not gay, and I did nothing wrong.

31 hours later... I found all that out.

<3 p="">

A little bit off

So much has been going through my head the last week. Should I stay? Should I go?

Of course I am talking about 14 months down the road and two Summer-seasons at EHIT, but I still cannot help to obsess over it. I have said it a million times, if EHIT was in the city, I would stay there forever, but the reality is that it is in fact 90 miles from New York City--the place I set out to venture to nearly seven months ago.

What makes it even worse is that my boss hugged me yesterday and sat to talk for a bit. "You have so much knowledge--well beyond your years--and we are just so happy you chose EHIT. I really see a long career here with us." Key in the water works, please. I love this man like he's my father, and it will be just like telling my father goodbye when I leave.

Do I see myself leaving? Yes and no. I see myself living in the city, but I do not see myself working elsewhere. I do not see myself living in East Hampton, New York even though I already am living here, but I see myself working at EHIT. I see myself doing makeup in the city, and this is probably where all my confusion comes from. How am I supposed to do makeup and afford living in a place that costs double of where I am at and pays 1/5 of what I am paid?! I simply cannot justify anything.

Even if I teach tennis, I will still be making $20 less an hour in the city--unless I look at other places, but I want to have the summers off to work at EHIT. Or do I? Do I just want to stay year-round in the city? I don't know. I never will know. I cannot decide these things until I am doing them.

The cold hard truth is, I have a car and a student loan and a lease and everything else in my life to pay off before I can even consider moving to the city. Not to mention, I need to save at least $15,000. So, reality is, I need to stay here another 14 months to get my feet off the ground and move into the place I am dreaming of with a bang.

I don't know.

Maybe I'll end up moving to Australia or California or wherever the hell else I want!

I do love New York City. I do love it. But, I love the career I have been given here.

There is also Callie to remember, though it is my own life. I want to make sure we both get to live out our dreams in New York City--together.

The more I type the more I realize that I want to be in NYC... now. I want to be there yesterday and the 6 months before that.

The beach is a nice change up, though.

xoxo

One month later.

It has been a month since my last post, and today was the first true Summerish day in East Hampton. I spent it on the beach and on the courts. And, now, I am finishing up an absolutely perfect day by cooking.

I currently do not have much to discuss, so here's a picture to enlighten how I feel.

Happy Friday everyone.

xoxo

Days off.

My days off are more like days on. I spend them running around town getting all of my weekly chores done: buying groceries, taking out the trash, doing my laundry, getting fuel for my vehicle, and really just getting my ducks in a row. Thankfully, those ducks are finally lining up.

Yesterday, I made seven hundred and twenty dollars. That is $720. How ever you want to say it, I made more than enough to cover my rent in one day. My most favorite client stopped me to tell me that I should be proud and very happy with my quick build-up of a clientele within the last few months. What he does not realize is that the biggest feat of all is that I have stayed here longer than anywhere else that I am ever lived--excluding my hometown--and that I have managed to live in the Hamptons for going 5 months now. I have been at my current job 16 weeks as of May 2, 2013, and as of right now, I could not be happier.

Last week was tough, nearly miserable. But, my lovely roommate and I have managed to work things out together, talk everything over and fix all of our current issues (she finally got a full-time job!)

The sun is not shining, the air is only slightly warm enough to get away with simply long sleeves and pants (as opposed to a winter jacket), and I just used the last bit of cash to finish off my weekly chore-list...you guys want to know a secret? I am happy.

xoxo

April showers bring May flowers.

We hear this phrase throughout our entire childhood; being a child of the South, I grew up wondering why we sang songs about April showers and May flowers. See, where I grew up, February showers (sometimes January showers) bring March (and some February) flowers. Well, April is here in the North, and so are the showers.

I have missed the rain, the smell, the quiet before the storm. Mostly, I have missed the sound of the birds chirping following a brisk Spring storm. Yesterday, I saw lightening for the first time in half of a year. It was miraculous. What was even more miraculous: the 70 degree sun beating on my skin moments before the storm rolled in off the ocean.

Backtracking to Monday, I spent the warm Spring day in The City. Central Park was full of bikers, runners and children laughing; every moment of that day was spent blissfully. It was the first time I have been in the city during a Spring day--a warm, sunny Spring day. While it is a slight let-down that I do not get to wake in The City every day, I am learning to appreciate my quant (and sweet) community in Sag Harbor.

As the warm air is rolling in each morning, I am breathing it in, smelling the ocean and opening my heart and mind to the North Eastern shoreline.

I am happy, and that's all I really ever wanted.

xoxo

Flare up.

So, here I am. Having yet another set-back in my life. I had a psoriatic flair up, and I couldn't move for three days. My shoulder is killing me, and while I'm terrified it's from arthritis, I am more terrified that I have somehow obtained bursitis.

My face has swollen red spots on it, my knuckles are red and inflamed, and my back feels like I'm 99 years old.

At this point, it's so hard to be positive. It is so hard not to run away and go back home.

I'm 22 and my body is failing me, for the umpteenth time in my life.

Clouds

And, not the pretty kind. The kind that hang over in the sky and look down on us in with ominous glares.

Needless to say, I'm having the worst day since I moved to New York. I feel myself shutting down and pulling away. I do not feel welcome at work, or like I have the ability to grow here. Excluded is the word I am looking for. I feel excluded. I don't know if this is my own mind tricking me, or if the excluding is real.

I miss my father. I miss our time together on the court. I miss Knoxville and the grass.

Everyone keeps telling Callie and me to hold out until Summer. They say it will have a whole different feel, and that we will meet people who are more like us. My favorite client basically begged me to not leave, and is so serious about me staying that he said he'd set me up with his friends who are "much younger than" him. ;) Honestly, he is what brings me to work every day. He is amazing.

Did I mention we went to a "ball" dressed in Free People? Did I mention that we made the paper? Not even 6 weeks into our new lives, we already made the paper.

Yet, I cannot help but to question my decisions in moving here, and I really cannot put my finger on why I am questioning it.

It's probably the loneliness, the lack of affection. Which is all my fault, and tomorrow, I 100% plan on speaking to this guy I see nearly every day at the gym--if he is there.

It's funny that the things I hate most about the South (bullshit and religion) are completely forgotten when I leave, and all I can remember is the fried food, family and friendships that I left behind to live out my dreams of New York.

Maybe, just maybe, today won't be so difficult after all.

xoxo

Over when it's over.

"It's just over when it's over, ain't it baby, ain't it?

Rip ya like a dagger; can't it baby, can't it?

Wish we could do it over; damn it, baby, damn it.
We had it in the air, but we just couldn't land it."
Eric Church, Over When It's Over

And, it's time to move on. I guess I realized that 24 year olds are still children, because he knows he is screwing up, but he can't possibly stop doing it.

That's okay, though. His loss. Especially when he knows he cannot do better. Ironically, he got pissed when I tweeted about the "sexiest guy I know." Yeah, that guy just asked for my number. You're welcome.

It hurts still, and as hard as it is, I have to allow myself to be hurt. I have to hurt before I can move on. And, when I think about it, I realize how stupid I was to ever get my hopes up for someone who has no hope for their own life.

Lesson learned.

New day and beginnings. 

xoxo

P.S. This guy next to me smells like Austin. That hurts.

MY Gills Are Grumpy

My entire life has been spent a little on a the grumpy side. Which isn't something I enjoy or I am proud of needless to say. I'm always reaching for optimum happiness, but only seem to get there for a few days at a time. No, I'm not depressed, I only have anxiety when it's called for, and I have no real reason to be so melancholy.

I was reading a new article on the growing number of women who are losing emotion, lacking emotional reactions to situations. Whether it's their boyfriend breaking up with them, or their coworker getting a raise when they should not have, women are settling. It makes sense. To act like, and soon truly not care, you lose your ability to have any sort of happiness or anger or frustration or any other healthy emotion to the situation.

I'm deemed autistic--Aspergers. So, obviously some of my ridiculousness cannot be redeemed, but there is absolutely no reason I should be blocking out every single emotion except anger.

So, for the next week, I am going to have J work on my emotions and expressions.

Wish me luck!

xoxo

Suddenly thinking about the future......

I literally caught myself searching for: 'What are the best cities to raise an athlete in America?'

As if I will be married and have children any time soon. But, it got me thinking. Be prepared, because I am currently homesick. Where do I see myself in 10 years?

I have goals such as: owning and running my own tennis academy, make-up franchising, being married/having children. But, where do I want those goals to take place?

Tennis in Knoxville obviously isn't the best, but could it be? Do I really want to raise a family away from my own family? Could the make-up industry work in Knoxville? Do I want to stay in a city that is growing faster in population than it can keep up with?

Tennis in New York, not exactly tennis academy material, but the schools here are amazing and the people in East Hampton are lovely. Then, there's the city. My love. Not my life, though.

California? Terrible economy, but great athletics and education systems in the wealthier locations. Beautiful weather and a health-focus society to raise children in. Downside: a vein society to raise children in.

Texas? My home-state's sister state. Meaning, my children could attend university in Tennessee or Texas with the same in-state tuition benefits. Amazing athletics and fairly proper education systems near Austin. Totally consistent amounts of bimbos = downside.

I have always had a love for Georgia, though. And, their tennis is fantastic. Just, please, keep me away from Atlanta.

Strangely, I want to be on the coast--another downside of Knoxville--because I feel like the ocean itself comes with more open minded people. (Can we exclude Daytona, Panama City, and Tampa Florida?)

Oh, and as nasty as Tampa is, and as much as I hate on it, and as much as I hate the heat, the tennis in their near-by town, Bradenton, comes with the ultimate in tennis.

Boca Ritan, Florida: amazing tennis, gorgeous weather, but such a wealthy, stuck-up part of the country.

And, back to Knoxville, my love of South Knoxville and my love of Farragut. My love of my father and the way he can manipulate a tennis ball. My love of the freedom I have by working at Fox Den--the vacations I can take, the benefits I can be offered, the closeness to my family.

I just cannot decide. Maybe, J is the key factor. I need his perspective.

Time to wake him up!

xoxo

General Explanations

There are so many things I have yet to understand.

Ya know, I am never going to be a size zero super model. My hair is never going to be sleek. My clothing choices are always and have always been slightly odd. I rarely wear makeup; hell, I rarely have my hair out of a bun. I do not look remotely like the girl next door. And, while I completely understand this, most people do not.

I am comfortable in my skin, being who I am, but the people I meet on a daily basis are not--are not comfortable with who I am. It is so peculiar. How can someone who barely knows me want me to be someone other than who I am?

It is almost as if they try to fill their voids with wanting to alter my physical and emotional states. I too am guilty of this. I see absolutely gorgeous people, and I think, "Well, they should tweeze this eyebrow more. He should cut his hair a little shorter. He needs to shave his beard, etc." I have to constantly remind myself that maybe that is exactly what they like, and maybe, they are exactly who they want to be.

Xoxo


PS: I bought a car :)

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I suppose everyone has their breaking point.

I've hit mine with A. I blocked his number for real this time. I cannot stand feeling the pain I feel every-single-time I see him with her. It's over, and I'm going to cut it off.

Xoxo

Beach. Beach. Beach.

I always forget how the ocean water makes me feel. There's something about it that calms me, and being able to walk to it every morning is priceless.

I am happy for the first time in a long time. I am happy being with myself. I am happy where I am working, but most of all, I am happy and completely content with living here.

Being at the beach reminds me of all the crazy times I have spent in the Gulf of Mexico (mostly St. Petersburg and Clearwater). From the first time Scott and I vacationed together to the first time A met my grandparents, and all the way on the opposite end of the spectrum, the first road trip my best friend and I took. Reminiscing about it brings me to tears, happy tears, I think. The sun beating down on my skin and being wrapped in the arms of the man I loved. Drinking wine out of tumblers and feeding seagulls (and boy hunting, obvs).

I cannot help wondering if this Summer is going to bring me the same happiness, and if J is going to be the leading man. He says he wants to move here, you know. And, what's even more crazy, I think I may actually want him to. Part of me wants to be wild and crazy and single, and the other part sees the way he treats me and how it feels being loved on. He's the sweetest guy I know. He reminds me of my dad.

Well, I found it, happiness, but we all know that I will be searching for it again in a year or so. Hell, I may even move to California. You never know. (My bestie better come visit me before I move!!!!!)

xoxo

Waking in New York.

We have officially moved. And, now, I wake up everyday in New York. I'm strangely happy to be living in The Hamptons rather than the city. It's absolutely stunning. Our town is Sag Harbor, it's tiny and so beyond amazing. I have no words to describe it. So here are some pictures.

The first one is my own shot, no filter. Absolutely gorgeous.

xoxo