So, my last blog entry was quite a while ago and a lot has gone on.
To begin, India was great. Although, I did have three massive migraines while there, but long story short, that has been remedied and I feel great.
If you have the chance to visit India, DO IT! DO IT PLEASE! Do not be afraid because of what a few may have experienced. If we allowed fear and uncertainty to rule our lives, just think about what we may miss out on.
I had the honor of attending a wedding in Bangalore. Three days of festivities and celebration, plus amazing outfits, henna and meeting the nicest people.
Thank You to the beautiful bride and groom for allowing me to be a part of their wedding. I will never forget it!
My welcome home from India was Fall in full force! Which included a new and spectacular view to wake up to in our new home.:)
What I wouldn’t give for that instead of snow, which is continuing to fall as I write this.
Pictures such as these though will keep my spirits high.
I put my blog on pause while my husband and I were in the process of purchasing our new home.
For over ten years, we have rented in the city of Pittsburgh. While I love the closeness and convenience of markets, acupuncture and Thai food, I am excited for this new chapter in our lives.
Our new home is nestled in the woods. Deer munch on leaves in our backyard as our cats, full of curiosity watch in wonder.
Along with unpacking, we are adjusting to life in our new town.
An evening drive through Murrysville has the haunting feel of mystery. Venturing around in the daytime, you get to see houses decorated with pumpkins and scarecrows for the season.
A few months ago, my husband purchased a ticket to India for me as an early birthday present.
I will not be traveling alone though, but with a few wanderlust women from a travel group I am a part of.
We will dine, shop and see the sights as well as attend a wedding!
So many changes, I still can not believe I wake up to the calm of the leaves and sunshine in the trees.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
Each night after work, Luke and I have been packing.
The going through what to keep is well annoying. A friend of mine told me “Hold each object for at least two minutes, then you will be able to tell if you you are meant to keep it.”
That’s fine and all, but we would both be dead at the end.
Moving brings out nostalgia. Memories of times with family and friend. Parties and in my case hideous chicken wallpaper, I tore down during my birthday.
You reflect on those who have moved away, and those who are right down the street but still feels like worlds apart.
I lived in this house for over eight years. The second longest, after the home I grew up in.
Attachment to a place comes from connection and the pieces you put on the shelves and walls, like I lovingly placed which belonged to my Dad and my grandparents.
There have been ice jigs in the kitchen, cookouts on the porch and a dance party or two.
Time and places may fade, but memories remain the same.
While I was growing up, vacations were not really on priority list of my parents.
If they had been perhaps life would have taken a different turn…
As an adult, I never let the chance to experience a new place slip by.
Last month, we took a family vacation to a beach none of us had ever been to.
This time will have a special spot in my heart forever.
To be able to play in the waves, see dolphins, explore together and see my niece and nephew play together well it was magical.
When you pack up to leave and embark on facing reality, you take more than the memories. Sometimes there may still be sand in the book you enjoyed or seashells stuffed in a pocket.
Our last night there, my nephew Jack made a speech, a toast you may say about our first family vacation together.
“We tried something new, and we all had a good time.”
So Saturday evening brought the end of three weeks of traveling.
From DC to Long Beach, San Francisco to Cherry Grove Beach in South Carolina.
Sun, sand, flowers in my hair and the sweet smell of hash on Hippie Hill.
My heart is happy, limbs sore, and memories to forever hold.
Within moments of stepping off the plane, I knew I was going to be hot. The reality of how hot it can get in Phoenix though…
My singular reason for visiting was to witness the spectacular exhibit of Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera.
Also, the chance to stay in a shipping container which has no windows.
One thing Phoenix does not lack is beauty especially when you venture out into the desert.
Colors so vibrant and sand you want to run through, yet don’t want to end up burning the s*** off the bottom of your feet.
My first morning, I trekked to the Heard Museum in already 100 degree heat.
Heat gulping water like it’s air you do not realize how hot you are silly are because sweat evaporates almost immediately.
A sweaty mess by the time I arrived meant nothing to me. I was fully prepared to spend the whole day in awe.
The GPS on my phone though was overheating and within hours I needed to retreat back to the Airbnb for the charger I had left behind.
What can one say when staring directly into the eyes of their hero?
The Majestic Beauty Frida Kahlo portrays in each piece of hers this dark and raw, painful and true.
Tomorrow I leave for Phoenix, Arizona to see the Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera at the Heard Museum.
One of her pieces Self Portrait with Monkeys and Diego on My Mind are part of the exhibit.
Each time I see her work, I am just in wonder.
Phoenix was the only North American stop for this world tour.
There are some other exciting surprises awaiting me. For instance, I am staying in a shipping container at an Airbnb that has been praised for “eccentrics” and a must see for the eclectic vibe.
A glimpse of what is to come. Notice there are no windows… Still I am very excited!!