love stories




I like to wear a lot of hats, both figuratively and literally. More often than not, I'm spotted in my Indiana Jones-inspired fedora, or rocking a fisherman-type cap. I've lost one hat to the sea before, in Budapest, on my 22nd birthday. That hat saw many adventures and I mourned its loss for days. But I've come to realize that the memories made while wearing it, the photos taken in it, and the (badass) feeling it bestowed on me are everlasting. Here is a collection of memories, projects, places afar, love stories, and musings (probably written while wearing a hat).


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I got a taste of my own medicine today, some bittersweet medicine, the kind that sort of burns when you choke it down but ultimately it’s all for the better. The advice and inspirational words of motivation that I’m always offering up came right back at me, in the form of a canceled ferry and […]

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Growing up, I absolutely loved gardening — if my parents couldn’t find me in the house, there was a good chance I was in our backyard, digging through the dirt, sifting for worms or checking on my little crops (pumpkin, watermelon, and corn were my favorites!). Since I’ve been employed with Green Wedding Shoes, I’ve […]

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My great-grandmother was born in New Zealand. Her father, Thomas, arrived there in the late 1800s after fleeing his home country of Ireland. I wish I knew more about how he met his wife and why he chose New Zealand. Had he read about it in a book? Did he know of job opportunities out […]