new york city, part 2 [ 30 ]

Hello again! February has been a busy month - so far I've trekked up to Oakland, out to Las Vegas, and off to St. Louis. Catching up on the blog has not quite gone the way I want it to around all the craziness, but we are getting there slowly but surely. When I last … Continue reading new york city, part 2 [ 30 ]

if I never see another box again, it will be too soon [20]

We have had our things in our house for about a week and a half and I am still drowning in boxes. So - if I never see another box again, etc. etc. It is a little strange and surreal to be unpacking things into this house. Our apartment in Mystic was spacious, but moreso … Continue reading if I never see another box again, it will be too soon [20]

skinny atlas & wango tango: syracuse, part 2 [5]

Good morning everyone! Turns out blogging from your phone on the road is hard so sorry for the abrupt end to the first Syracuse entry. My thumbs were starting to get sore. But we're back with more Syracuse adventures! On Tuesday, I had some errands to take care of, so in our various adventures around … Continue reading skinny atlas & wango tango: syracuse, part 2 [5]

hometown glory: syracuse, part 1 [4]

My roots lie deep in the soil of Syracuse. The shores of Onondaga Lake Park, wandering around Carousel Center, the Wegmans on 57. I haven't lived in Syracuse since 2011, but coming around that curve on 81 North with the city out in front of me has always been one of my favorite views.Max and … Continue reading hometown glory: syracuse, part 1 [4]

the fenway feels: boston, part 1 [2]

Boston. So many of my dreams involved Boston. Make Way for Ducklings is my favorite children's book. When I felt like my whole life was in a tailspin in 2011, Boston was the escape. It was so easy to imagine hopping on the 90 and driving east until the road ended. I applied to a … Continue reading the fenway feels: boston, part 1 [2]

endings & beginnings [1]

When we signed the lease on this apartment in April 2015, it was the first time we had ever lived in the same state, let alone same residence. It was a blank slate, the brick walls and wood beams waiting for a new story to tell. And boy, did we give it some stories. We … Continue reading endings & beginnings [1]