I know my writing is fragmented and awkward but if it helps have Kristin Stewart narrate this blog in your head. She would crease her forehead a lot like she doesn’t understand the script and speak with lots of strange… long… pauses. Perfect.
This weekend was spent between some of my friend’s houses, shopping in the city and celebrating one of my best friend’s birthday’s. It was busy, but packed in a lovely way. A rush of “wow I might actually have a life” and “that shirt’s super cute” and “but more ice cream. more.”
The best photos I got were on the ferry to Seattle and in the city it’s self. I may have not been to many other cities, but I don’t think I have to to know how beautiful Seattle is. Strong and gritty at the same time soft on the water and endlessly full of art and hope.
We got the rain and the sun and the fog (because that’s just how weather works here). We got each other, too.
and one final photo of me. Timing wasn’t quite on my time for this one. 🙂