Pretties

The age I usually get mistaken for….

I never get mistaken on a regular basis as older or younger. Of course, there’ve been numerous times lately I’ve had to prove I was 21, but that’s run of the mill. People are always surprised I’m so much older than Kris and my sister, and usually that sucks.

I’ll just do this myself. I guess I’ll answer the first one today.

Where I am from, where I live now, and where I’d like to live in the future:

I am from East Tennessee, I spent most of my childhood in Carter and my teenage years in Seymour, and I loved it! I’m not ashamed of my country roots, but I don’t feel defined by them. However, I wouldn’t trade the summer nights with fireflies and bare feet or the pine cone covered christmas trees for anything.

Now I still live in Seymour with my parents and drive to the university in Knoxville during classes. Even though it sucks sometimes to have to be considerate, I’m cherishing my last years under their roof. It’s cheap too.

This time next year I’ll be preparing to spend a year in Germany doing school and an internship. After that I hope the company I’m interning with will hire me. In that case, I’ll live there. If I had my way I’d move to Sweden with Kris in a few years. 

That picture is huge, sorry. And those are not my extremely shiny cuticles. 

tallgirltales:

Yesterday, Luci first posted about Banana’s collaboration with Mad Men costume designer, Janie Bryant. Today, InStyle posted the pictures of the collection. I want EVERYTHING.

jessieandmywhetst0ne:

it amazes me how lonely i still am even when surrounded by friends

I’ve been surrounded by young weddings and younger parents lately, and I’ve thought to myself more than ever: This decade, 2010-2020, my twenties, is MY decade. It is the only time in my life that I am old enough to go out into the world on my own and independently experience it. It is also the only time that I am young enough to do this without being responsible for anyone but myself. I have roughly 50 years after this decade to enjoy a settled, chilled-out life. But the way I see it, I need to be begging to slow down before I actually do. I want to be so exhausted and bored with sowing wild oats that the most appealing thing I could think of is marrying the person who has been there through the roughest of it all and having their children.  I cannot *wait* to be a mother. But I can wait. And how much more of a mother, wife, example, and adult will I be after these years of exploration and learning. I still feel very much like child, but I can see how I’ve changed in only a few years. How much more I will change in nine or ten. This is not to say I don’t love Kris immensely. I just don’t think we’ve earned it yet, marriage. We ought to survive this decade before we are worthy of such a reward. And what if we come out at the other end at odds? I will know waiting was worth it. Either way, I can only see positive outcome for this plan. I have so many plans for myself and things I need to do. I won’t stop going places and seeing things when I’m 30, but at least I will have these years to build on, remember, and revisit.