My curiosity around the idea of a honeymoon stems from the fact that at nearly every stage of wedding planning, Chelsea and I have been intentional to think critically, reconsider, reformulate, and re-examine traditions and experiences that we do (or do not) want to incorporate into our experience. The honeymoon was no exception - if we were going to commit our lives to one another, well, what did we want the "honeymoon" to be like?
Each location and region that we visited held different gems to discover; from ancient stories of civilization to family-owned businesses, we were able to meander cities, farms, vineyards, and coastlines to better understand what makes Italy, Italy.
In Italy, I was reminded of the bonding nature of food, that it can bring us together in a multitude of circumstances, and it’s a sort of take on food that I’d like to impart on our family someday, too. Food is to be shared, to be enjoyed, to be celebrated. And certainly, we did that and more during our two-week honeymoon.
As I look to 30 and the next season of life, I see hope. I yearn for more ways to make a difference in the world and to always seek personal growth and become the woman I am supposed to be. I want to continue to write, to continue to seek adventures, and to continue to promote love in a world that desperately needs it. I hope to do this with boldness and humility, knowing that my journey now could not be without the journey that has come before.
Chelsea’s love lets me fully shine. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.
I am free, like the Sea crumbs that fill my hair, heart, soul.
It’s hard to reconcile our lives with one another sometimes. However, even in the difficulty, it’s a worthy process. I’m learning a lot from this visit, feeling affirmed in my work, and considering what it means to resist, persist, and keep going no matter what. I am thinking about those kinds of things, mostly, because more than anything, that’s what I want for my girls, my loved ones, myself, and my children one day: that is, to hold both the joyous and heart-breaking pieces of life together, knowing that life is neither one or the other. It is both. Always, both.
Since becoming an avid fan of walking (read: my knees keep hurting whenever I run) I have found numerous ways […]
Muhabura, like life, isn’t for the weak. It’s a formidable mountain, one that should be taken seriously. But with grit, perseverance, and strong legs, you can climb it. You might have to crawl up at times, or perhaps slide through mud and rocks on your way down, but it can be done.
I’m grateful for Rwanda because of this. I’m grateful I have a place that helps me benchmark my life, propelling me forward with new dreams, goals, and hopes, mindful of how far I have come.
Why the formation of culture can be the key to understanding each other.