5 random facts about my life, as of lately.

1. I’m moving to Houston in a matter of weeks. This change is exciting, but has stemmed a lot of anxiety. I have never been one for change. Funny, since I have made some pretty stinkin huge life changing decisions in the last few years. But I guess I know that about myself. If I sit somewhere for too long, I get bored and uncreative. So I have to slap myself upside the face with huge change to keep me on my toes, and continually growing. Sometimes I love myself for doing this. And sometimes I’m my own biggest enemy, and I just want to tell my wandering spirit to kindly shut up, and go away.

2. I am supposed to be packing. But in the midst of all the cleaning, decluttering, and organizing… I have found things I have forgotten about. These little gems have spawned whole crafting projects, redecorating sections of the house, and reading old books and letters for hours on end while sitting between the “maybe” pile and “why did I ever own this?” pile. I’m thankful I’m going to have professional movers, or else my lease might end with me nailing paintings (that I just created on a creative/decluttering whim) to the walls.

3. I have been working out a lot more lately. But “a lot more” has room for interpretation since before “a lot more” was… nothing. But with extra time on my hands this summer, I decided to sign up for a fitness boot camp called Camp Gladiator. Although I have never done a cross fit camp, that is what many people compare it to. All I know is, it kicks my boo-hiney. It’s outdoors with a group of about 10-20 other people. I go a few times a week, and then run on my days off. I can’t remember the last time my body wasn’t  soar, but I’ve been really seeing my work being paid off with a visit from my long lost abs. Other than last week, when I thought it was a grand idea to go to the 12pm class at the height of summer’s hellish temperatures (and then proceeded to vomit twice behind a tree, whilst being instructed to finish my sprints and lunges), it’s been a great experience.

4. I dream about getting a dog. No, I literally dream about getting a dog. Most nights I wake up mid-dream about some wonderful pup that will be mine once I move to Houston. Some nights it’s a shnoodle, some nights it’s a golden retriever, but I’m always on the verge of tears in happiness that I have the privilege of owning it. I’m obsessed. I seriously make more dog friends out than I do humans. I’ve come dangerously close to adopting a number of dogs while Clint has been in Africa, but it always ends up with him getting upset that I’ve picked one out without him. That’s what you get when you go to Africa without me. What?

5. I’m in the market for a new camera. I’m in no rush (surprisingly). I just want to hear around for recommendations and save up for the one that’ll be best for me. Me and my camera are best friends, and we go everywhere together. I find that I almost live life through pictures. As if I didn’t capture the moment, it didn’t happen. There’s just something about the way I connect to a time and place through the familiar weight of my camera in my hands, and the light clicking of the shutter that marks my place in time. I bought my first SLR (Nikon 3000) for a college photography class, and had no idea what that class would creatively spark inside of me. It was my love for photography that ultimately led me to graphic design. And now that I have a big girl job that combines both of my loves (photography and graphic design) , I’m hoping to graduate to a more professional camera. If you camera lovers have any suggestions on a particular body you’ve fallen in love with, please let me know.


Well children, I’m off to some old black and white films on TCM until I fall asleep… and dream about dogs.

Sleep tight readers.

xoxo, k.





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