Sunday coffee time.

I feel like I'm bursting with things to write but I'm not ready to share them yet. We all need limits. 

I see so many people over sharing. You don't have to prove anything to anyone. Share because you want to. 

Most of my best moments are undocumented. They are forever imprinted on my heart. 

This vintage Saks Fifth Avenue suede coat is one of the best things that I own. Collecting vintage is a passion of mine and the 1970s hold a very special place in my heart. When I was a teenager I would get obsessive about decades and almost exclusively only watch, read, listen, and dress like I was from a certain era. I still have that obsessive nature... the need to dive into a certain subject and know everything about it. But now I am more apt to dive into multiple eras and subjects at one time. The 1970s have always been one of my favorites. I would host discos in my room as a child. I would play  my favorite disco, funk, & soul tracks from the 1970s with my discos balls placed around my room. My favorite word was groovy and I wanted to be a dancer on Soul Train. Not only is the music from the 1970s important to me so is the fashion. Images of Studio 54, Yves Saint Laurent, and Big Biba dance through my head. I love how clothing can transport us. 

Black will always be my favorite. I've had my eye on this top for a while now and I finally decided to get it. I love the illusion of a choker that it gives. I also cannot stop wearing these cropped baby flares that I got from Zara. They are my new staple. 

Sometimes we get caught up in thinking that we aren't on the right path or that we aren't doing enough to live our dreams. We might not be where we want but do something every day toward that goal. No matter how crazy people around you might think you are. You will have to make sacrifices but persistence and determination are essential. You need to be consistent. These are the keys. Be patient but keep pushing forward. Nobody can do it but you. 

Dublin by night. 

I feel home. More at home than anywhere else. Passport stamped. I'm here. Taxi ride politics. Freedom and heartbreak. Dark streets and flashing lights. Dublin hasn't woken up yet. The train station at 5 am. It is half lit. Half open. I can smell the coffee and the rubber. A few stray workers are getting ready for the first journey of the day. Everything is a haze. A dizzying blur. Homes, businesses, fields.. we watch the sunrise through the window. Ireland is waking up and I am as well. You cross the point of exhaustion and you start running on fumes. I'm trying to feel it all. I take a bath to wash away the grime of travel. The smell of transportation has seeped into my skin. I let it all soak in. I fall asleep in the white room with Modigliani's The Boy staring down at me. It's a heavy sleep. It is a dreamless sleep. But there is no more time. We must get up and see the world. Walking around the streets of Cork. Streets that I would soon know like the back of my hand. It is crazy how something so new will become so familiar in a small amount of time. Markets, shops, and new faces pass me by. Hidden pubs that are full of conversations. But there is blood in the streets; it's time to go home. I am up too late again. Filled with dreams. Filled with life. The church bells ring and it is time for a new day. Castles, stones, hawks, and owls. Lots of stairs, paths, and old couples walking hand in hand. We stop off at the Gap of Dunloe. There is nothing but the sound of air and streams. I am struck again. I feel the change happening again. A new world. A world that I have always known but haven't been able to access. Doubts, fears, anxiety... all keeping me back. But there is no more going back. I'm here now. Chance encounters and late night walks in the streets. Dancing to Fast Car played by some buskers. Everything lined up. Everything was so beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. Up too late again. Saying goodbye for the first time. I can't sleep because I can't stop crying. The next morning I wake up and wonder if it was even real. But it was. The day is filled with love. Laughing, crying, dancing. Johnny Cash and The Chieftains. The Muppets and Bach. Everything is under this one roof. Crying while walking through the streets. Trying to process it all. The long train ride back to Dublin. Trying to write everything down so it doesn't feel so far away. I don't want things to slip through the cracks. I want my words to feel as alive on the page as they do in my heart. How do things that are so far away feel so close? Our hearts and souls are imprinted with these memories. They can't leave us. We carry them. But there are more blessings to come. Sneaking on the rooftops. The bullet holes on O'Connell street. The history surrounds me. We keep passing the angels. They are watching over us. Dancing through the streets. I swear we don't meet a stranger.  Jim sings us a song and Frank treats us like his own. Hugs and kisses. Too much cider. More laughing. More singing. More tears. It's everything and everywhere.