I’m on a plane to New Orleans, that I was supposed to be on yesterday. But I had hopped on a plane Monday for two meetings in 48 hours in OC, and when I got back to Austin just couldn’t get everything done in time to take off again. Though I agonized over the change…
Or, the random thing I labeled this FGF long before I sat down to write it. And to be fair, I love bike commuting. To happy hour, to volleyball, to the gym, to anywhere, it makes me so happy to be outside and NOT in a car! I am so grateful for Shoal Creek trail…
Well, I made some new friends and biked around once the weather cleared up and had some awesome dinners with awesome people and it’s beginning to almost feel like I live here in Austin. Which is good because technically I moved here 5 months ago next week (although I long joked that I was moving…
Despite the deluge of rain the past few days weeks month, I managed to squeeze in some much-needed yard work last weekend. I asked my dad to help me—I wanted to tear out some bushes for an herb garden and move some stones around, he decided we should trim all the tree limbs and brought…
Except, y’know, I’m a girl. Was boys weekend where three of my closest dude friends flew in from literally all over the country (Atlanta, Tucson, OC) to hang out, hit up one day of ACL, and explore Austin really just a week ago?! It was so much fun. There were missed airport pickups, scooters, mubers,…
I was wrong about everything. I was wrong that I didn’t want the jacuzzi tub… even though it looks tiny, it feels fucking amazing to have a JACUZZI TUB in YOUR OWN PERSONAL bathroom. I was wrong about what I wanted when I moved home. I was wrong about who I wanted when I moved…
Even as a Pumpkin Spice Latte lovah let me agree with literally everyone when I lament how on earth is it already October?! However, I could not be more grateful this week that my house finally feels like it is for real (yeah yeah it hasn’t even been a month Ihavehighexpectationsweknowthis). A bunch of house stuff came…
The magic of the mountains is hard to describe, it feels like words can’t do justice. I did not understand it until I lived there, and even then, I don’t know that I fully understood it until I left, and yearned for home. Couple that sense of physical place and grounding with the love I…
“You’ve been doing house stuff for the last two weeks” a friend complained. “I’ve only been home for two weeks.” The past two weeks have indeed been all about my house, but it’s finally coming together! The design inspiration post is coming next week, but suffice it to say that my taste is, as always,…
A faux celeb summary of my solo female travel adventure for 2.5 weeks living out of an adult backpack in Europe… I had an awesome time, nothing life altering happened, I was safe as could be all the time, I loved all my airbnbs, I love Norway, and I am happy to come home. To…