december

four sisters mountains in western sichuan

STARTING || to mentally prepare to begin another year. January comes and I usually feel disconnected through much of it. I'd like to prevent this this time.

FINISHING || the last of Banksy's shots so that he can go outside & meet new puppies & go for walks & just generally not be cooped up in the tiny apt all the time.

MAKING || pickled veggies for the first time ever.

CRAVING || mulled wine.

READING || the martian by Andy Weir

WATCHING || allllll the christmas movies.
LISTENING TO || this lady's sweet Christmas playlist(s).

WEARING || new slippers from uniqlo & my down vest.

EATING || whatever home baked goods I can get my hands on (mostly from other people because home girl is STILL without an oven.)

DRINKING  || night: chamomile tea. morning: BREWED COFFEE FROM OUR NEW COFFEE MAKER. Can I just say that I can't believe we didn't do this sooner? Two year of french pressing is far too long. #sosmooth #sotasty

LEARNING || how to make home made bone broth in response to a crazy bout of antibiotics that I'm currently on. Triple womp.

PRACTICING || letting go of things that no longer serve me.

WORKING || on not projecting my stresses. Deep breaths make it so much better.

PLAYING || fetch with Banksy in the hallway in our building, it's literally the most adorable thing ever that he's always understood the concept.

TRAVELING || to taiwaaaaaan. The beach, some mountains, a coastal bike trip & many jaunts around sweet neighborhoods are on the agenda.

WANTING || to feel better, physically. the cold feels like it's seeping into my bones already. Chengdu don't play no games with them wet winters.

PLANNING || a time when I'm back on the busy train. For now, gratitude for slower days = more time to be still and intentional with my actions instead of rushing 24/7.  

HOPING || for a much more exciting NYE this time around in China. Year 1 was good, year 2, not so much. Maybe it's about the odd years(?) But hey, no expectations.

December has been kind of a weird month so far. Jeremy and I got a puppy right after Thanksgiving. Something that we didn't think we would do until we returned to the US. (SO glad we didn't wait.) A Banksy post is in the works...

We bought another IKEA christmas tree, i lost a job, (China makes no sense sometimes,) made some new friends and  traveled to some gorgeous mountains (a post for that is in the works, as well.) 

Had many a moment where I felt like all of this was too much. That life can feel so out of control and heavy. I've learned that gratitude practice is a real thing. It's a real, tangible thing you can put on paper. That projecting happiness can help you to actually feel happier. That dogs are easily one of the best things in this world. That health should be celebrated every single day. That the leaves changing colors outside, although late in my mind, are still beautiful & a sign of something ending- only to start again anew.

December, you are cold foggy breaths, puppy kisses & white twinkle lights. You are reminders of life, that each day is a gift & that good things are all around me., always.

merry christmas, dear readers. may 2016 bring you much joy & happiness.

november

hong kong at dusk.

STARTING || all the projects I've been thinking up recently.

FINISHING || all the laundry from two weeks of not being home. 

MAKING || plans to get coffee with new friends.

CRAVING || more time with AJ, the time they were here went too fast. #ohchina

READING || Goop's BE column & I finally got on the skimm train.

WATCHING || the light fade from my windows, much earlier. I think I'm just going to pretend I live in London, where the clouds are also normal.

LISTENING TO || Saint Cava.

WEARING || tennis shoes that were too small in the summer (ha, my feet are weird.)

EATING || home cooked goodness after two weeks of crazy [good] eats in various cities. 

DRINKING  || coffee with HOMEMADE PUMPKIN SPICE SYRUP IN IT. *fistpump* Also, thanks mom for sending all those spices I needed, you's aaaaaamazing.

LEARNING || to find more joy in the every day.

PRACTICING || getting back into a post vacation routine.

WORKING || a bit more than last month, hollah for that.

PLAYING || catch up on all the blog post drafts I have waiting for completion.

TRAVELING || nowhere. A staycation is planned for this weekend & I could NOT be more excited for it.

WANTING || another trip back home. A year is too long.

PLANNING || to find a bike for the husband (hopefully) this weekend & a well overdue wine night with the new bestie next week.

HOPING || that by this time next month, I have an oven again.

I really am working on the practice of gratitude for all the sweet things I've been up to lately - and the ability my husband and I have to take trips, and go exploring & stay in sweet air bnb's & make plans to go somewhere new every few months.

when you're in the throes of living in a place that isn't "home," you can forget that there are still so many moments to soak in and be happy for. Maybe not every moment is easy and I find myself dwelling in negative thoughts way more than anyone should - but I feel like China is wearing on me in different ways than it used to & that's just straight up hard.

I think I put on this brave face & push through the day, trying to make it "count" according to my weird mental status of things that matter, but it still get's to me sometimes. Especially after spending time with people from home & having an awesome time and then having to return to normal life in China.

I miss target, and chipotle & drinking pumpkin beer. I miss bright orange & red leaves, and trader joes & the smell of the ocean. I miss Ghent,  and stockley garden art festivals. Finding shoes in my size & soft, pillow-topped mattresses. 

Life throws curve balls. I should feel grateful for all the things I got to do in October, and the places I got to see. But, now that it's over, I feel a little sadder & a greater longing for the home I remember.

So lemme go make another PSL and eat some of that sea salt dark chocolate someone threw into Amy's suitcase.

I am grateful for today.

November, you are here. & I am here. Let's embrace like lovers cause you are potential & I refuse to be anything less than grateful.

march

EATING || home-cooked goodness after two weeks with no kitchen. 

DRINKING || Hazelnut 8 o'clock coffee brought over from home. I never thought I'd be so happy to see that little red bag.

PRACTICING || digital calligraphy so hardcore that I gave myself a neck ache last night. 

MASTERING || how to actually use my new bamboo stylus. Kiiiiinda obsessed.

LEARNING || that it's ok to be wrong. It's so hard, you guys. Pride is a jerkface.

PLAYING || with all filters as I edit the eleventy billion photos I took during our massive tour of China.

FINISHING || lot's of books from the many hours on planes & trains.

READING || red sparrow by Jason Matthews

WATCHING || All the houses of cards. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life once I finish season 3.

WALKING || in the cold, in the snow, in the rain & in the wind.

WEARING || whatever smells the least dirty as I wash my entire wardrobe.

COOKING || anything that doesn't resemble Chinese food.

WORKING || on making my blog pretty. Also, new fonts.

TRAVELING || to the lake by my house for some morning runs. The air quality is finally  getting low enough to spend time outside.

WANTING || to have more of a desire to start studying Chinese again after taking two weeks off. Don't. wanna.

this month has been a whole lot of crazy traveling, which means I haven't really been in any sort of habit of doing for like three weeks. I am super excited that we returned home to slightly warmer temps than just about everywhere we traveled to & the air quality is consistently the lowest I've seen it in months. Which makes me pretty much the happiest person alive. Now if only the sun would come out.... 

Yeah, I'm probably asking for too much.

March is going to bring about some magic, I can feel it.

Emeishan - a mountain

Jeremy & I have a running list of places we want to visit in this part of the world before our time in China is over & Emeishan. Emei (pronounced UH-mey) meaning "delicate eyebrow" & shan, meaning "mountain," was a big one. Essentially, there are two major peaks that face each other & are said to look like "the delicate eyebrows of a Chinese classic beauty." I never actually saw these two eyebrow peaks, but I'll take their word for it. It is said to be one of the three most sacred peaks in all of China & a major Buddhist mountain full of old temples & monasteries. Many have been known to make the trip up for spiritual reasons.

We decided we would make this climb over Jeremy's Christmas break, reaching the top on Christmas Eve. The original plan was to climb the first part of the mountain & stay at a temple or hostel near the top, at a designated major tourist stop where there is a bus drop-off. Our goal was get up about two hours before dawn the morning of Christmas Eve & finish the hike, watching the sunrise at the summit. Unfortunately, climbing the mountain took a bit longer than we had anticipated.

happy faces at the start of our climb.

We started out around 9am on the 23rd. We had asked the hostel worker in the town at the base of the mountain roughly how long it would take for us to climb it. He stated that someone climbing it at a pretty moderate pace would take around 14 hours. He said we could maybe do it in 12 if we really hustled. We both laughed a little under our breath, commenting that "we're much more in shape than the 'average' person hiking this so, we'll definitely make it to our destination by sundown." 

We were so wrong.

the mountain in this photo is not Mt. Emei. (I thought it was. Wrong again.)

Our trek began & we started to make our way up, what I thought, was Emei itself. What it turned out to be was just a baby foothill mountain that would open us up to a very vast expanse of mountains that break into Tibet. 

We summited the first foothill in an hour & started to make our way back down. I realized that we weren't even on Emei itself & then we came across a glorious lookout -- at which point we realized how far we had to go, with maybe 8 hours of good sunlight remaining. 

We kept our spirits high as the elevation continued to change & we summited a few more foothills. There was a lot of ascending & descending during this time of the day. We made it to the another giant temple, where we realized that we had finally arrived at the base of Emei. We had 7 hours of sunlight to go. 

temple on Emei & fellow mountain climber.

one of my favorite spots on the mountain.

We were at the base of Emei for a while, navigating around a river & along the edge of what becomes a large group of wild monkey's favorite place to hang out. I would have taken many more photos at this point if it weren't for the fact that we were actively being chased by the "sometimes aggressive" monkeys & I was petrified of being jumped on. I watched a group of Chinese tourists get pounced on by these monkeys & their pockets gone through, trying to find food. I put my hood up & hid behind Jeremy, who they had a particular affinity for. I guess they aren't used to tall people? Either way, they loved him & I was worried he was going to get attacked. Fun stuff. 

the only real picture we got of the monkeys before a heard of them started to circle around us.

It took us 30 minutes to finally move past the monkeys, as a very large one in particular kept blocking the path, refusing to let us through.

We really had to make up this lost time, as it was already 2pm & we had a really long way to go.

We spent much of the next two hours walking up the steepest stairs I'd ever climbed (up to this point.) Stopping to take breaks for breath & to gaze out at the magnificent view.

Two major things I noticed:

1. We were the only one's climbing at this point. All the tourists seemed to remain near the major temple at the base of Emei (where there just so happened to be a major bus stop) & just venture down to see the monkey before heading back. So we were all alone for hours, not seeing another soul until we stopped for a late lunch, after which we didn't see another person for about 2 hours after that. It was strange. The first time being completely alone while out in China.

2. It was so quiet on the mountain. Like, eerily quiet. We would stop trudging up the steps & aside from our rapidly beating hearts, you could have heard a pin drop. It really put into perspective how small & insignificant you are when you are surrounded by giant mountains as far as you can see.

We could see the sunlight reflecting off the opposite mountains, and shadows started to lengthen. We checked our map & asked the one person we had come in contact with for hours how much further until our next check-point, "Another hour..." they would tell us.

The air started to get thinner & colder as we continued our ascent. I felt like we had climbed the height of the mountain at least three times at this point, when I started to notice patches of snow on the ground.

We had made it to our next check point, but when we asked how much further until our next checkpoint, they told us two more hours. The sunlight was fading fast & I was not willing to be hiking for any extended period of time in the dark with our tiny little flashlights to guide us. Not to mention, we were very alone & it was very cold. I knew we had to make it to shelter before it got dark.

We really pushed on, trying our hardest to take shorter breaks & focus on getting to our check-point. Jeremy, the kind, wonderful soul, who had offered to carry our backpack the duration of the trip, was really starting to fade, and I was starting to worry we were gonna have to sleep on the trail. (Not an option.)

The path was getting crazy icy & very hard to navigate. We thankfully had bought some spikes for our shoes while we were in town so we strapped them on & continued down into another valley. I would get so frustrated every time we would start to descend. "I want to go up! Not down!" Every time we had made it to a very high point, we would almost immediately be brought back down - making a very large circle around Emei & back and forth between a few other mountains along the way. 

Night was falling fast. The path lead us along very, very steep cliffs where I worried our conversation would disturb the ice & snow above and cause a major landslide. We lowered our voices to a whisper & continued on our way.

Still over an hour away from what we thought would be our stopping point for the night (& no where near the bus depot a mere two hour hike to the top,) we started to get really tired. I was mentally panicking & I knew we needed to find a place to stay for the night, and soon.

We trudged up the steepest most challenging set of steps thus far, up to the top of a little mountain overlook. From a distance, it looked like an abandoned old building. Upon arriving, (and after about 5 minutes of regaining our breath,) we realized it was an old temple.

Jeremy converses with the family that kept up the monastary. There were rooms that could be rented for the night. Jeremy wanted to press on to our original destination, where he was hoping for something a bit nicer for us to crash at for the night. I told him that it was almost dark & that was at least another hour's climb from here. We knew we weren't going to make the summit before sunrise. We needed to call it a day.

The monastary fed us a very simple dinner of bok choy & some 

other unidentifiable vegetable with rice. We got our key to our room. It was a tiny, concrete space with two twin beds & no heat. The beds had heating pads & two quilts each. We piled all our blankets on to one twin bed, turned the heating pad on, spread our (now very wet) clothes on the opposite bed & tried to get some rest. It was maybe 8pm when we went to bed. 

I laid there, reading my book to distract me from the space we were sleeping it. It was by far the craziest place I had every slept. I didn't actually get much sleep (sharing a twin size bed will do that.) although we were plenty warm. My biggest fear was that our clothes wouldn't be dry by morning. We slept with a lot of clothing on, hoping that our body heat would dry them out some. That worked for almost everything.

We had our alarm set for 6am, eager to get back on the trail to make it to the summit by hopefully mid afternoon. As soon as we saw first light, we packed our gear, ate some peanut butter & apples we had packed and set out on the icy trail once more...

the morning view from the monastery.

the only other guest besides us.

The sky was very overcast. I felt like there was no way it would get any clearer by the time we got to the top. We both talked about our options - about how we needed to be back in the town at the bottom of the mountain by sundown because we needed to be back in Chengdu for Christmas. We wondered if the summit would be all that impressive considering the extensive fog & grey skies looming overhead. Or if we would even get to the summit before nightfall.

Trudging on, I felt like the wind had been sucked out of my sails. I definitely was feeling the exhaustion of the hike from the day before & the lack of sleep I got. I was really struggling to make much headway. Jeremy lead us most of the morning. 

About an hour after we had set out, we came to the original spot Jer wanted to stop at the night before. It was deserted. A small area with maybe three buildings, all boarded up & not a soul to be found. Thankfulness washed over me in the fact that we found the monastery when we did.

Another hour later, we made it to the (frozen) Elephant wading pool, another major check-point. It was also a giant breeding ground full of monkeys, however these guys were a little less aggressive & much more preoccupied with huddling together to stay warm.

This is where another moment hit me. As we started to make our way up (more) steps leading to a small rest-point, I noticed another couple hiking. Except one of the people was working their way up the mountain on one leg. He was hobbling up the steps on a crutch & his girlfriend was carrying a very large pack that you could tell she was really struggling with. But, they were making their way up & I felt so pathetic for ever complaining once about how tired I was. 

I also really wanted to high-five them.

With that reminder that I had two working legs, we continued up even steeper hills. Steps that went on as far up as you could see lay before us. All covered with ice & snow. We asked the rest-point person who was selling water how far to the next check-point (the original stopping point for last night, the two hours from the summit stopping point.) & he said another 2 hours. 

So, up we did climb.

We came across some tourists who were making their way down the mountain. They told us the summit was super overcast & not worth going up for. They also said we had about 45 minutes left until the next check-point (which was a major drop off point for the buses that go up & down the mountain.) So, we had much deciding to do.

We had already come up such a long way to just take a bus back down. We wanted to make the summit. When we got to the bus stop & next major check-point, we saw that the hiking path to the summit was closed due to heavy cloud coverage making it impossible to see anything. So, our only other option was to take a cable car up through the clouds & hope that the summit would have clear skies.

The cable car took about five minutes, during which time we rode through a blanket of clouds so thick you could see nothing outside the windows but white. It was a little unnerving knowing we were hanging off the edge of a giant mountain by a wire cable, with no ability to see anything below or above us.

Then, slowly, the sun started to break through the clouds. As we continued up, the thick fog started to dissipate & we could see a bright blue sky awaited us.

We were so happy to have pressed on to the top. Even though we made it after sunrise, we still made it & the feeling of standing on the top of that 10,000 foot mountain after 14 hours of hiking felt amazing.

handstands at 10,000 feet.

celebratory pumpkin chai.

the golden summit.

a sea of clouds.

The view of the mountain peeks breaking through the clouds below - a sight I won't soon forget.

I am so thankful for our safety throughout the entire trip & the fact that we actually have the physical ability to hike up such a great mountain.

& truly, adventuring in China has been one of the biggest things I get really amped about.

I am grateful in those moments that I am alive & able to experience intense moments of triumph, adventure & excitement such as this.

my two month trip home

This trip was my first back to the US after my initial departure for China, about a year before. I was very eager to get back & catch up with everyone I had left behind, celebrate some special occasions, and complete my yoga teacher training. 

I would be traveling from Chongqing, China to Hong Kong then across the Pacific Ocean along the top hemisphere (think the coldest parts of the world, ha.) & finally landing in Newark, NJ. 

I made a quick trip to DC to see my sister in law, Amy, and meet her soon to be husband, Cameron all in the whirlwind of Amy needing hand surgery. I spent much of my first full day in the US laying on a waiting room floor with a venti blonde roast that did absolutely nothing to keep me awake. 

DC that first day felt very strange to me - a kind of reverse culture shock, something I didn't think I would really have any struggles with, but it definitely occurred. Seeing crowds of people that weren't all Asian, all speaking (mostly) English, it was a little overwhelming. I had two distinct moments where I felt overwhelmed by it. I was on the phone with my mom while standing outside Chipotle. The combination of a food I had dearly missed & standing on a hustly, bustly city street during lunch time was, to simply put it, a shock. I was dealing with waves of exhaustion, and the emotions of my sister in law being in surgery my first day back, meeting my soon to be bro-in-law, & being within a few hours of just about everyone I knew. It was cray. The second experience was in Walgreens, when everything was marked in USD & two older people were having a conversation about something seemingly trivial, but in that moment, the a fact that I could understand them overpowered me & I stood in the middle of the hair products aisle smiling like an utter fool. 

I then spent the first week with my in laws at their house, which has been dubbed "the most relaxing place on earth." With the winding country roads lined with corn fields, the star filled sky at night & the joys of wearing sweat pants all day & eating comfort foods - that title is apt.

Open streets, blue skies, fresh air.

thick grass & sunshine = post run selfie.

country road.

I spent as much time as I could stand outside, breathing deeply.

My next stop was to DC, where I would be spending an entire month of my trip. Between visits with one of my high-school best friends, Kelsey downtown, crashing at Amy's place with her four other roommates on capitol hill, prepping details for the wedding, and practically living at the yoga studio I did my training at - that month went by in two shakes.

a capitol hill sky scene. 

It was during this part of my trip, maybe around day 8 or 9 of the 15 I had to complete for the training, that I put my phone into the washing machine. It was a very sad & pathetic sight had anyone been around to see the moment I realized said phone was in the washing machine, and the wallowing I did afterward. 

Many photos we're lost, but I managed to piece whatever I could that was stored in the ominous "cloud" & cover up the hole that was my taking of any sort of photo for about a month. (this will include the end of training, Amy's wedding, my visit to see my parents & siblings and most of my time back in Norfolk.) It didn't make matters any better that I was trying to keep up with Jeremy who was still on the other side of the world, so I was strictly limited to wi-fi only texts via ipad and only when one of us was awake, which was a very narrow window. 

During this time of the trip, Amy had a bachelorette party & it hit me how close we were to her wedding, one of the primary reasons for this trip. I couldn't wait to stand beside her as she married the man of her dreams.

I spent many a day during that following week traipsing around the city with Kelsey. It was glorious to have so much time to spend doing whatever we felt like. We went to the local coffee shops & cute neighborhood boutiques. We spent afternoons getting lost in Georgetown, and out on the balcony painting our nails. We had a memorable night full of laughter & champagne and a visit from an old friend from high-school summer camp, Ben, who happened to swing through DC from NYC that same week.

 my first stumptown cold brewed coffee + this lovely lady.

details from Kel's apartment. 

I don't know. Also the only photo of the two of us while he was in town.

Yoga teacher training was a whirlwind of sorts. One I wasn't exactly prepared for, even though I tried to be. I found myself feeling stretched, both mentally & physically and wanted to both rush through it to get it finished & slow down to soak up every minute of being in that peaceful studio setting. Knowing that the day I finished, Jeremy would be landing in NJ & we would be in the throes of wedding week for Amy Joy & Cameron made me antsy though, even though I tried to slow things down mentally. 

I started each day at around 4:45am, when my alarm would go off & I'd arrive bleary eyed in the kitchen to make a hearty breakfast for myself, drink large mugs of coffee, and start my day slowly. I would leave for the studio around 6am on my trusty road bike. 

One of my absolute most memorable moments of this trip was that chilly morning ride. I remember pedaling down the hill next to the capitol building,  the lights - blurry streaks in my peripheral. A play list made specifically for the trip blaring in my headphones. Being up really early, well before the sun, was so rewarding. If the sun rose in China visibly, I would definitely go back to getting up early enough to watch it. The day felt so new, the excitement & possibility of it bursting at the seems. I would arrive at the studio at about 6:30am. The sun would be making it's slow appearance. I would usually sit on the curb outside the studio with my travel mug of coffee & watch the sky change colors. Sometimes I would catch Jeremy for a quick chat after his work day had finished. Typing all this now, those mornings are so tangible to me. As if they had happened yesterday. 

sunrise on 14th & T.

     partner yoga with my teacher training friend, Salena. & celebratory handstands on my last day.

The training itself was challenging. I was in the studio for 12 hours straight for 14 consecutive days. We would start the day with breathing/meditation, talk about the philosophy of yoga, the history of yoga, the texts that yoga was derived from & the more physical aspects of yoga, as in sequencing, proper cuing/alignment & anatomy. The physical aspect focused days were some of my favorites, but I found myself really enjoying the daily meditation/breathing practices we did as a group, usually in the first hour, so the sun would just be coming up when we started, and completely filling the room with golden light when we finished. 

Coming from my religious background as a christian, I definitely found myself challenged in new ways with being present for some of the discussions regarding the philosophy of yoga. What those discussions did was not only teach me to "be in the world, but not of the world" but also reaffirmed my beliefs in God & that my trusting in Him and Him alone is where I place my devotion. Being one of the only christians in my teaching group (Salena was the only other one that I knew of, & of whom I am so grateful to have found in the group,) was a real struggle when we would chant or sing songs that I wasn't familiar with nor had any desire to participate in. It tested me, being in those situations, knowing that I needed to experience these things to obtain certification to teach something that I am so passionate about. I wanted to really understand the background of yoga (which is nearly impossible to understand,) but at a distance, of sorts. How I view yoga isn't how many other's may view it, and that's ok.

My yoga journey has been interesting, and something that I speak to more here.

At this point of my trip, I was elated to have finally finished something I was so excited to complete, my husband was finally in the same country as I was after a month of being apart, and one of my best friends was getting married. Cue the confetti.

I turned into wedding craft lady & set to work with gold spray paint, paint pens & twine to help finish up the last of the wedding crafts for Cameron & Amy's big day.

Before we knew it, it was the big day & it was magical & beautiful & lovely.

Hooray for LOVE.

There was a week after which Jeremy & I spent time together back at his parents house in PA. We enjoyed the slowness to the day, sleeping in, lots of coffee & lounging. It was wonderful. Jeremy then shipped back off to China to go back to work & I spent another 3 weeks in the states.

Hence commencing lots of facetiming once again...

excited faces upon his arrival in Hong Kong after a very long wait while he crossed the Pacific.

At this point in my trip, I was still without a phone, and thus, very few photo's were taken. I road tripped down to see my parents in South Carolina with my sister where I managed to retrieve one from my mom when she asked if we could take a "selfie" together..

After a week with my parents spent relaxing & driving around the mountains, Jenn & I headed back to Virginia, where I would spend a few days before my final trip North before departing for China again.

In Norfolk, I caught up with a lot of old friends. I got to see my nephew, Levi for the first time since he was born.

my brother & his boy.

love love love him.

I got to spend an entire day with one of my best friends, Kristina, who was living in San Diego at the time & just happened to be flying over to VA while I was in town. #winning

We spent the day at the beach doing partner yoga (my first time seeing the Atlantic since before I had left for China,) making target runs, catching up, going to Kristina's first yoga class ever & making a visit to Cogans, the obligatory place we almost always would agree on meeting up when we both lived in the same place.

One of my best days back, for sure.

I got to see & catch up with so many people, it felt amazing dropping in at the gym I used to train at & seeing the expressions on peoples faces when they didn't recognize me for that first glance. Lunch dates, early morning coffee, a drink after dinner - trying to catch up with everyone I possibly could. It was so good. 

I traveled North a final time to grab the rest of my stuff from the in-laws & say my final family goodbyes. 

   leaves on my old car & the time we gave AJ an undercut (during which time I decided I wanted one too, but I eventually talked myself off the ledge.)

I spent my last 4 days in the US with some of my very best friends, Shevon & Charles and their little one year old bundle of baby love, Cameron in NJ. We filled those days with lots of lovely US-y things. Target runs, Whole Foods/Trader Joes stock ups for my return trip, eating chipotle, drinking wine, brunches & walks in the bright orange leaves. They really showered me with love those last few days, which I am so grateful for. 

I spent my last days taking pictures of the autumn sky & the trees full of brightly colored leaves. I also got to see my Aunt & Uncle who lived in the area for a quick dinner too, which was also wonderful. 

the glory of fall.

My last night was spent in front of a fire with a a cheese plate & the pumpkin beer I had been searching high & low for since I had arrived in the states. I found it two days before I was to leave for China. 

It was perfection.

One of the things I repeatedly came back to during those two months was the people who took time out of their days to mark out time to see me, even if it was only for thirty minutes in between clients or appointments, or before/after work. To feel that kind of love - it is immense & appreciated.

Oh & the sky. The SKY. I found myself staring up at it so frequently during these two months; way more than I had ever done before I left. It wasn't hard as almost every night there was a picture perfect sunset waiting to be stared at.

pennsylvania: from my inlaw's front porch.

capitol hill, DC: from AJ's front porch.

DC: from Kelsey & Jared's balcony

DC: near Dupont Circle

(my favorite.) DC: Kelsey & Jared's rooftop.

I loved my trip home & the memories made.

Thank you to all that made it special.

xo.