29 August 2016
i am just back from a few days in charleston tending to wedding details. chris meant to join me, but accepted a new job last week (hooray!) and stayed behind in new york to tie up loose ends. he will start with his new company after labor day and i am unspeakably proud of him. he works so hard and with such a happy heart. i am so excited to witness how this new challenge grows him!
these days afforded much time with my dear friend kristen and her husband scott, as well as time to simply be with myself in this place. i have so much history in charleston -- did so much of my becoming there -- and knowing that the next time i am there, i will be a bride (!!!) stirs up many emotions. i was a little girl there, i was a college student there, and we are marrying steps from where i lived, studied, wrote, daydreamed, turned twenty one, turned twenty two, packed for new york -- never knowing how my life would circle back while pulsing forward.
it was one of those overwhelming life moments, and i am so glad of these days i was able to spend in charleston, wandering the quiet cobblestone streets, camera and cold brew in hand, anticipating that autumn friday when i will become a mrs.
a few favorites from this trip:
+ fried chicken and peach slaw sandwiches at boxcar betty's
+ cabin coffee and biscuits with peach jam at harold's cabin
+ talking by the stono river with kristen and her pup, beauregard
+ oyster happy hour and whiskey cocktails at the ordinary
+ lush windowboxes on water street
+ seasonal after dinner cocktails at the spectator
+ catching a sunset along the battery
23 August 2016
this has been on my summer bucket list for ages. i read about it years ago -- maybe five years ago? -- and bookmarked it someday, in new york, with my someone. i meant for us to go last summer, but the days got away from us, and i was determined that another summer wouldn't pass us by. if not now, when?!
so we sailed for hours down the river and right alongside lady liberty. the captain encourages picnicking, so i picked up lobster rolls, root beer, and old bay fries from chelsea market, and the skippers served rosé. it was thrilling -- having that perspective on the city at sunset, the sails whipping wildly as they rose, seagulls squawking above us, bobbing in the wake of boats passing by, the wind tousling our hair. it was just another adventure with my best friend.
19 August 2016
i am deeply thankful to meg for capturing this time -- this sweet, brief time -- and these places, all so dear to us, to our story. the corner where we met for a blind date. a bookstore we frequent. the west village streets we so often stroll, just talking. this is our new york -- the tangle of streets of what it means to be him & me.