Otherwise called, “Is this America? Or just San Francisco? I don’t know anymore.”
I’M BAAAAAAAACK. Three(ish) weeks away, and it honestly felt like a lifetime. Sometimes, it feels to me that the longer I am away at something, the harder it is for me to start back up again. Have you ever experienced this? Oddly, I am the most guilty of this with things I enjoy doing. Go figure. Glutton for punishment, I suppose?
Rambling aside, I owe you lovely lot explanation of where the heck I’ve been these last few weeks. WELL. You know how, in every person’s life, they will have milestones — moments of celebration, of excitement, of change and of memory? And for most people, these milestones will happen throughout their life, a few select occasions that they will have to recall on forever?
Yeah. I’ve managed to fit a bunch of these big life moments into a week-and-a-half period. And then move to another city, in another country. Because stress is FUN.
You guys. It’s officially the holiday season. No, seriously. I have absolutely no idea where October went — not in the “Oh goodness, this month flew by!” kind of way, more in the “We just moved 5,000 miles and I have no idea what day it is” kind of way. More on how we’ve squeezed every big life event into October 2017 later. Right now, I’m jumping head-first into the holiday season — which, considering my penchant for all-things Autumnal, is very unlike me. But once I got my hands on these beautiful, personalised holiday cards from Basic Invite*, I felt my cold, Grinch-like heart thaw a little. Bring on Christmas!
I lost my head in San Francisco / Waiting for the fog to roll out / But I found it in a rain cloud / It was smiling down — The Mowglis
Well, internet. Friends. My dear, dear readers. We have some humungous news to share with you from the Wolf & Stag HQ. It’s news that’s been brewing for quite some time — a huge force that’s been on my mind, inhibiting my productivity, bringing me to tears, filling me with joy and dread, and inspiring me to tell you guys EVERYTHING. I’ve wanted to, trust me. But I was reluctant to make a big splash about it on the internet (permanence defined) until I knew for sure. And now, we know.
Ready for some big news? Drumroll, please…
I’ll never forget the day I moved to London. September 21st, 2009. Lazy, procrastinating me — who had always somehow managed to scrape through from sheer last-minute will — tossing clothes out of my two huge suitcases in the middle of my parent’s garage as my mother reversed the car down the driveway.