I’ve been really really busy. I’m not sure how I mean that. Part of me is dying to jump on the “glorification of busy” train and tell you that the key to life is slowing down and enjoying the day to day, but honest to goodness, I am not like that. Seriously not like that. I go crazy like that.
In the last month, I spent a weekend out of town photographing a wedding and then I went down to Santa Barbara for some time with a best friend before I immersed myself 100% in a creative photography conference (it’s called Yeah Field Trip and it’s the best). I drove home, had one day to get things unpacked and then repacked and then so on, and then shipped myself off to Hawaii for ten days. I love Hawaii, the Big Island especially, it turns out, and that had definitely been a trip I was looking forward to for a long time.
Part of me wanted to be home, but part of me never (ever ever ever) wanted to stop exploring Hawaii. (So much good stuff happened on that trip. I’ll sort through the images and share share share soon!)
As if that wasn’t crazy enough, when I got home from Hawaii, literally the next day, I moved into our new apartment in Berkeley. We did all the crazy stuff that moving entails, all the ‘sort of’ goodbyes, the laundry and the packing and the unpacking and the wondering where the table goes in the new place. (In the sunny corner.)
Truth be told, by the time I arrived at our apartment, about an hour after Sam, I was so worn down by the whole enterprise of moving right after having been on the go for so long that I actually broke down in tears. Not my greatest moment, let me me tell you. (When I planned all that was I glorifying the busy? When I think about it now and tell about it now, am I glorifying the busy?)
But now we are here. Sam is in France for three weeks and I’m at home getting work done (finally caught up on that email list and I’ve been editing my little ‘tuckus off,’ as my momma would say, haha, trying to get all of my lovely clients their beautiful images as soon as humanly possible). Sitting down and getting the work done and taken care of and crossing it off my list feels SO GOOD. Any other list makers and checkers out there? I know you know who you are. (Probably everybody. Who doesn’t like crossing off lists? Are you human?? haha)
I’ve had some time to hang out with friends (this Oakland wandering) and had this (that you’re reading) lovely little afternoon dinner party with a beautiful and fun photographer friend of mine. I made us dinner (super yummy and very easy galette that I’ll definitely be making again). We went for a walk around my neighborhood and appreciated the houses. I spent this afternoon enjoying a glass of sangria with a dear and long time friend for her birthday. All these little things? Life is so GOOD.
But I’ve only been home in this new apartment two weeks now, almost three, and the restlessness is happening again. Glorification or no, I like busy. I crave busy. Not task busy in the way it can be when you’re overwhelmed, but explore busy, in the way it is when you are dying to be on the road again, when you dream of hot summer air rushing in through your open window or a long hike in your rain jacket in a forest that smells of petrichor. I am a nomad and there’s nothing I can do about it. (I run a travel blog for goodness sake; What did you expect?!)
And so here we have it. I’ve been browsing Hopper (honestly you guys, it’s so good) again. I’ve been keeping an eye on my calendar and a cursor on United. I’ve finally got enough points for an international ticket again and I’d like to put that balance to good use. Soon! I’m thinking Patagonia. Or Iceland. Or Chile. Or Madagasgar. Or Greenland. Or New Zealand… Etc.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good wander in the neighborhood, but for me, life will never be about settling down forever. An apartment feels really good, but when I’m traveling every single day is the best day ever.
Life will always be about exploring the world…. and then having a home to come back to. Ya know? xx