Home.

It's cliche, but I'm going to say it. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is never in one place. It splits and breaks off in places all over the world. Everywhere I make a memory, there is a little chunk, never to leave. There are pieces of me in Firenze, Raleigh, Columbia, Atlantic Beach, Kinston, and the list goes on. And now my heart resides in Brooklyn. This past weekend my family drove to the big city, followed by a large u-haul and everything I need to make a home here. We labored all weekend and now I'm sitting on my couch, listening to Vampire Weekend on vinyl, sipping a beer, and waiting for the butter beans my mom brought me to be ready (isn't she the best?). This is unreal. I don't know when it will feel real, but right now I am in a cloud of awe. I am filled with gratitude, to every inch of my body. I don't deserve any of this…a wonderful family, friends, a new, beautiful home…yet my Lord provided all of this and continues to blow my mind daily. This is real. This is my Brooklyn chapter. And I am so excited to share it with all of you. Enjoy. 

I am beyond blessed to have an apartment with three, count them, THREE windows with lovely windowsills. I plan to make the most of this beautiful feature. These are photos of what I have now, though the beauty is most likely to grow. How can you not love this, though? Stay tuned for photos of the whole place for your enjoyment. 

Have a great day!