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I am an old soul
from a small new england town.
Maybe it was growing up playing on the endless stone-wall-lined logging roads in the woods behind my yard. I have no idea how many hundreds of years they were there, but standing under those gigantic trees reminds you of rich history. Something really old. Something broken-in. A path, worn by thousands of feet for hundreds of years. It connects you. It grounds you.
maybe it was my inability to discard of my collection of mix-tapes.. melodies connected to seasons of my life, thoughtfully amassed on one fabulous Memorex cassette. You relive. You remember.
the day i rifled through an old suitcase filled with faded photographs of my parents-
those photographs told stories. My dad confessing how he’d sneak out of his bedroom window at night just so he could get in an extra hour of playing ice hockey. My mom describing how her dance costumes were custom-designed, handmade by a seamstress for each recital she had.
Rummaging through those photographs, all those stories were brought to life. I felt like I was traveling back in time. My dad, standing on the frozen pond in Boston, hockey stick in-hand, bundled up from head-to-toe. My mom, graceful. lovely. in sequins and satin.
I'm a red sox hat and a southern sunset. a wanderlust and homebody. i'm a hopeless romantic
and a stubborn realist. an introverted extrovert. i am a hybrid. though, born a Northerner and frequenter of the phrase “wicked awesome”, after many years in the south, i'm finally ready to admit it: you guys. sweet tea is the nectar of the gods.
I'm a paul simon & ludacris playlist.
I wasn't created for cubicle life.
though i've traveled the world, making messes, chasing beauty, and finding love, i still don't know what i want to be when i grow up, and, i hope i never do. what i want is to keep dreaming. chasing, to keep exploring. i believe in messy love. I believe in pretty. i believe timelessness will always trump trendiness. i believe in perfectly, imperfect moments. i believe my 94 year old grandma daisy is possibly the only person who can rock orange lipstick. i wholeheartedly believe in infectious laughter,
i believe a single photograph can dizzy senses into dance.
With everything i know and believe,, with everything i don't-
with everything i am, with everything i'm not-
I am a storyteller.