I look through these archives of photos that seem moments ago.
I feel like in the time that I’ve organized my files and moved once again and still like the same neon dress, and one earring, and bright nail polish, and need to respond to that email and yet…
whole worlds have changed. Life, death, growth, and relationships. I can’t keep up.
Shocking things have passed..babies have grown into children, bands have broken up, adventures across the country have passed, never-ending jobs are over, family structures have changed, graduations and new jobs have shifted.
Many of my closest friends have moved far away on brave missions.
I need to journal to remember that freezing Halloween day shooting in Queens, or the 5 seconds after Mariella was born actually seeing her face, Rio stomping it out at graduation in her cowboy boots and gown, or it all turns into an unfair summary that doesn’t do justice to the beauty of each day.
Making tacos and ginger tea is about the only consistency. Then drinking wine and soft serve ice cream too as much as I try to avoid ’em.
Where, when, and who with to enjoy these flavors…that is unknown. On a bicycle, on a plane, on a job?