summertime.

   

    Apartment hunting is on the horizon as Jason and I plan to move up to the city. I can hardly contain my excitement to reunite with a place I grew so fond of last year. It was an intimidating decision, first moving up there, but it took no time for me to fall in love with NYC. I think there is something within each person that conditions them to almost instantly fall in love with the fast-paced nature of New York or find themselves in utter disdain for any portion of the concrete jungle. Luckily, I fell under the former category and loved every minute of my time in NYC. 

   The scary thing about finding an apartment in the city is how close you get to your move-out date before actually looking for a place. The normal time-frame is about three to four weeks at the earliest to have a serious offer on any option. Another factor is that we live in the South, way down in Georgia. Hunting from afar is not ideal, but is currently the predicament we find ourselves in. 

Early in our dating, Jason and I went to the Highland Bakery and thought up fun things to do in New York if we ever went. Who knew that we would eventually live there for an extended period of time? Fun to look back on some of these moments.

Contemplation: Does it really take a few minutes for sunscreen to "soak in" or is that just another thing our mom's told us when we were little? This is one of those things that I never questioned when younger, but it came to my attention just yesterday that it may not be 100% accurate. 

Reading: Currently tearing through The Fault in Our Stars  due to that fact that I am going to see the film with a friend Friday. For some reason I would like the real story behind this movie before seeing it. Needless to say, I got the book yesterday and I am over halfway finished.

Obstacle: A summer cold. This does not seem right or fair, but I seem to have contracted a cold somehow and have suffered the compiling side effects since last Thursday. Cough drops. Tea. Sinucleanse. Repeat. 

Something Overheard: At the pool the other day, a mother was observing her daughter's newly acquired swimming skills and I overheard her say, "Girl, that is not swimming. That is drowning with style." Not the most encouraging thing to tell a six year-old, but I found the comment amusing. 

A precious building in Chelsea, New York City. One of my favorite neighborhoods to frequent.

Currently Listening: "Not a Bad Thing" by Justin Timberlake (Yes, it is true.)

today.

Observation: Men, who are fortunate to have such facial hair, like to play with their beards often. For example, in the car on the way to work, at a stoplight, etc.

Thought: Does a eating a lemon bar count as eating a fruit? Or does the lack of nutrition within the sugar I added negate the positive attributes of the highly acidic fruit? I had a lemon bar for lunch today.

Aspiration: I am working on painting/drawing more often. So far I have worked on three projects this week and completed two of them.

Frustration: There are only so many things that I can do during a day. Even less during an eight hour work day... therefore I am left with a job (or many small jobs) unfinished. I found myself asking the question: "Will I ever get ahead?" I hope that I do.

    We are making the move back to the big city in a couple of months. I realize that a couple of months is also only a matter of weeks, but in regards to the amount of things to be done, I may be putting that to the side. I am all set up for school. Woop! We do not know where we will be living yet. No need to freak out. New York City is known for its last minute decisions.
   I can't wait to call that place my home again. Filthy subway stops and loud noises into the night never seemed so appealing. I will be reunited with my New York family and all of the other folks that find small spaces enjoyable. It is another step into an important season of life, yet I find myself completely at peace. We have had everything we ever needed in our small apartment here in Georgia, and I have no reason to believe that there will be a difference when we move. It will be our first true adventure. I think we will make it.

Things coming up:
The second week of June is vacation for me! This will be a stay-cation, but I will enjoy every glorious second of it.

July 18th we are having a record release party at Smithe's Olde Bar for Jason's second album! It will be a night of food, friends and fun. Oh, and some pretty amazing tunes.

July 31st is our "moving-out" date. Details to follow.

inspiration.

  At times, being around brilliant and talented individuals can be difficult. One can experience the feeling of never measuring up to the level of artistic ability or creativity. I can tend to be a "jack-of-all-trades," wanting to dabble in so many veins of creativity, yet leaving little room for experience or devotion in one area. Most often I am frustrated with this trait and do not understand my consistent, yet inconsistent, behavior that leads to the same result.
   There are some who are brilliant. Those who have spent years sneaking sketches, or mindlessly writing melodies, suddenly emerging with a branded craft that has become their own. The word that I usually glaze over in these stories is "years." This means for a large portion of their lives they probably thought little of their own work, but kept painting, writing, drawing or singing until their confidence grew. And continues to grow.
    In contrast to my first statement, at times being around brilliant and talented individuals can be the best thing for you. It develops a sense of fervor and hope that can encourage you to keep doing what you enjoy. Sometimes the best kind of inspiration can come from looking at something you never feel like you could create.
   Jason and I traveled to Savannah, Ga a few weeks ago and stayed with a friend and her husband. I have never felt more inspired to pursue the creative outlets that I enjoy.  Even more than that, I was reminded to keep working even when most of it turns out terribly toward the beginning. Most of my work is simple. My current work resembles, roughly, a twig with some berries on it, yet I am proud to say that I am painting. I realized that most of the joy in art comes from the process that brings you to the polished end product.

Above is the artwork of Kelsey Garrity-Riley.

She is a graduate from the Savannah College of Art and Design.

 Her pieces tell stories with whimsical detail of friendship, childhood and love.

See more of her work: kgriley.com

Currently Listening: "Planes to Crash" by Damien Jurado

succulents.

    Though I am no expert on the subject, it seemed relevant because of my recent purchase that I would research some about succulents. Specifically, I am interested in keeping them alive inside of my home. Google is a wonderful help in this department. I simply searched something to the effect of "growing succulents inside." I was surprised to find out that some of the choices I made were conducive to indoor living. 

   

    One tip is that you should pick green plants. This would be no surprise to folks who do not have any idea what a succulent is. They generally come in various colors anywhere from orange to purple in color. Green succulents generally tend to grow best when inside. Succulents grow in numerous shapes and sizes, so when in need of green ones, there will be plenty of options. 

   The biggest question that I had was, "How do I keep my plants alive?!" These small and delicate plants are actually quite simple in nature. After watering them, there is no need to water again until the soil they live in is completely dry. Overwatering is the trouble with this kind of plant. (Not to mention, cacti appreciate the lack of watering as well.) Sit them on a sunny window sill or somewhere that sees the sun's bright rays. 

   I hope that they stay alive because they make me so happy. I also enjoy seeing some plants inside of my home reminding me of spring!

Happy Spring everyone!

Currently Listening: "Down with the Shine" by The Avett Brothers

P.S. The hubs and I get to travel down to Savannah, Ga to see The Avett Brothers this weekend. Woop!

pursue it.

 

  Most often we sink beneath numerous ideas which amount to nothing and bury us in comfortability and lethargy. My experience tells me that people are accepting of this nature. This is a generalization made from a small portion of experience but nonetheless speaks truth into ears of those waiting... and waiting... and waiting. It is seen even in the hearts of older folk who fail to let go of the "glory days" and prize those moments as the only time when they truly lived. But why leave it there?
    We are nervous, intimidated and sure of failure before we begin. I will admit, my own heart has spoken these things at weak moments, but I have also been to a place of overcoming and taking huge steps towards an important portion of my life. I had to make exceptions to even very valid arguments that some people made, but I made it to the city; that big city where people say that dreams come true. No, I do not believe that my life began when I went there. I certainly learned about confidence, friendship and peace within constant movement. No, I learned about the satisfaction that came from being exactly where I was supposed to be and doing precisely what I was to be doing.
   This step has repeated itself in recent months. My husband is pursuing his music full-time. When I say that I do not mean that he is trying to get gigs on nights and weekends after work. He took a step towards what he feels called to, and I fully support him. I have seen joy well up within him after finishing writing. I have also listened, and responded a bit too much, while he is wrestling with his worth. All of these moments together have created his story of walking into that unknown. That road that many never begin and most who begin fail to finish. I want to see completion.
    More lately we have heard of friends who are thinking about steps of their own. Take them. Invest in those desires.



Currently Listening: "How Long" by Lowland Hum

what is marriage?

   This question is large. My efforts within this post are not purposed to fully answer this question, or even answer it to a small degree. It is just to voice my thoughts on the matter. My experience is quite crucial seeing how I have been at it for two and a half weeks. Take it however you like.
   In this stage of life, everything is WONDERFUL. Yes, fun-loving, joyful, exciting are my adjectives for marriage right now. He is my best friend and a joy to be around. I go to work and think, "boy, I can't wait to be home with my honey." I hear these are all good signs and very indicative of the "newlywed" stage that is so often spoken of. I have all the symptoms of this and own them.
   Along with these fuzzy, warm feelings that make you happy inside comes the reality that there are things you would prefer not to do but choose to do anyway. Waking up at 5:30am is not too bad of a deal. Your day starts out without rushing around getting things ready. My warm bed beckons me to return, yet that time in the morning is precious and has made days better. Another example is featured in the picture above. When looking at this picture, I sleep on the right. I think of myself as a pretty neat and organized individual, but when it comes to my bed it is just not a priority. Looking to the left side of the picture shows you that a tidy bed is of the upmost importance to my husband... I make the bed after I wake up. Small details throughout the day are what I have found make a difference. I clean up the dishes from breakfast, Jason takes out the trash. I put on a record for some nice music while cooking dinner and Jason lights the candles in the apartment for that "home-like"smell I love.
   I am no therapist, Ph D holder, or even a seasoned wife, but I do have some knowledge now. It is more important for me to make the effort to do things for Jason that he prefers. I am not under the impression that the newlywed stage will last forever, but I intend on our marriage doing just that. Pulling up the covers is worth it.

Currently Listening: "Souls Like the Wheels" by The Avett Brothers

the quiet.

   Between planning, work and various other time-consuming festivities, I have come to realize that being still and taking time is much more of a feat than I had imagined. Of course it is obvious that time alone and in the quiet is good for the soul and spirit, though carving that time out of the daily grind seems almost impossible some days. This morning I have woken up early, before the bird's chirping sounds and soft light coming through my shades. The house was quiet and I was left to think. It had been a while since this time was made a priority. I savored the hour before sunrise on those chilly mornings in New York City. I wanted to fight the drowsy feelings begging me to return to my warmed sheets.
    I like to think I can get back to that place. Mornings are the beginning of something never promised. I want my reflection to be that it was well spent.
    Good morning, everyone.


Currently Listening to silence.