Transitions

Transitions. When I enter a transition period of life, I am stuck in that state of mind for a while (such as refusing to unpack boxes due to the thought process of I'm leaving in 8 months). I either mentally project myself forward (such as the last example) or I dream about the past. Eventually I'm able to find myself in the present, and here we are. Funny how I never take the time to document such transitions while they are happening so I could maybe benefit from them in the future. Actually, once I did. I'll give myself that.

Our New York adventure had a bittersweet ending. Sad because we had created a life, a routine— we survived in the city and we loved it. Part of me feels like I left my heart in Harlem, especially on Sundays. I miss that ward.

  

I don't miss that (or should I say those) bed. I had to take a picture. 2 full beds pushed together with bad mattresses. It confirmed my belief that the bed we have is h.e.a.v.e.n.

 

Steven's parents flew out to visit for the last couple days we were there and we had a blast! 

We are so glad they came!

Our subway stop.

Our life recently has looked a little like this:

 

move-in stress/cleaning + greek yogurt to make it better

 

family reunion bliss

 

his mom's birthday

 

simple foods

Here's to transitions and being in the present!