2011 was a big year. I graduated from college. I traveled Europe. I lived out of a suitcase for six months. I'm both sad and glad to see it go.
I relished living alone. I got a new bike, and went for long rides at dawn. I sat by the water and sometimes saw dolphins. I filled jars with flowers and loved my sunny white room every day.
I felt happy and confused and lost and free. When my heart hurt, lilypads helped.
I made best friends. We went on trips; to a Farm in the foothills of the Ozarks, to my beach house, to D.C, to Nashville. We threw dinner parties, sat on porches, docks, went sailing together. We had picnics at sunrise and went on long walks at sunset.
I fell for these blue eyes.
I was forever changed by a beautiful little family.
I felt impossibly far away.
I made a friend in Limoges; we rode around on his moped and ate homemade Algerian food. The morning I left, he drove me to the train station and gave me a Serge Gainsbourg album.
I lived among a brilliant, quirky group of artists and chefs in the Loire Valley. My heart felt full.
I spent invaluable time with a woman I deeply admire. She taught me how to photograph food and showed me what it means to possess infinite poise.
We smiled until our cheeks hurt.
I woke up early. I found comfort in coffee, my computer, and The Radio Dept. I cried watching Blue Valentine on too many train rides to count. I made videos about the places I went.
I ran into Charleston friends in Berlin and realized how small the world is.
I was disenchanted by all things touristy. I felt guilty for being disappointed in Prague.
I came home, and everything was exactly how I left it.
Sharing photos and words makes me happier than I can say, and I'm infinitely grateful for the many wonderful people I've met through this little page on the internet. Starting this blog is one of the best things I've ever done thanks to you, dear readers. Happiest Happy New Year.
See 2010 and 2009 here.