The worlds got me dizzy again.

So literally on my 6:15 am drive to nannying my head was filled with bloggness.

If I could have pulled over my car and got wifi, I probably would have wrote right then because jeshhh my mind was sure awake today.

After my travels I've just been thinking so much about trends. What makes something trendy? How many people give into because they really believe in it and how many people are working on just being, well, "cool".

And I was thinking about the number of people that make me feel bad a week if everything I ingest isn't organic or homemade, or low calories or whatever they put on me.

Don't get me wrong. I eat super healthy, sometimes I don't eat enough. But, I just don't think we should be judging people because of what they eat, nor do I think we have the right to bash them.

This reminded me so much of the music scene in high school. How everyone thought "their" music was the best, and if you listened to "that" band you didn't know anything, or if you wore "those" clothes you like a certain genre of music. And people were always making you feel bad for what you like, more importantly who you were.

The way I sometimes am looked at right before I pop a double stuff Oreo in my mouth, is the same way I would be looked at if I dare admit I still listen to The Postal Service.

I am not trying to imply I object to ideals and radical thinking. Believe me, I want to change the world just like anyone else. Having passion about something is one of the most beautiful things someone can experience in their life.

I just think there is difference between passion and pushy.

True passion is conveyed by simply being. If you're living out your life passionately about something, you should never need words. People can hear you just by observing. And if you're lucky you will ignite something within them and then they'll come to YOU!

Isn't that so wonderful?

I just don't want to live my life stressed about what I am putting into my body. To me this is the same as stressing about being overly thin. And you know what sometimes I just want a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

That's right, I am a girl and I eat ice cream.

I also eat, french fries, coffee with two sugars, cookies, pasta, chocolate, and soup, from a can.

Yup, I said it.

But you know what, its okay. I don't eat these things all the time, I don't even eat them every week. And I think life is just about balance.

Everything in moderation.

SO breathe. It's okay you ate out to dinner last night. Its okay you just ate a tub of ice cream alone. And its okay that you are yourself, because its who you were made to be. Be inspired by those around you, ask questions, be bold but live your own life and you will really find happiness.

xoxo,

jess

There are times that walk from you, like some passing afternoon.

I am so sleepy.

We pulled in around midnight from our grand adventure. As we were rounding my street I almost wanted to ask to drive around the circle one more time because I knew once we pulled in the driveway,

it would be over.

It was the weirdest feeling, we fit about 3 weeks worth of fun into 3 days. But, we had absolutely nothing planned. We never had a schedule or a be here at this time or that, we just let ourselves "be".

Be. Just letting the days plan themselves. It was the kind of rest we really needed. Just to be away from our schedules and plans and time frames. We never thought of home once.

And even among all the chaos, laughing, coffee, walking, sleepyness, music and cooking, we had some really good soul talks. Really just valuing such lovely people.

So thankful for the friends we stayed with. They have a wonderful home in the sense that they make it one just by all being together. Some of my favorites moments were definitely spent in the apartment. Smiles.

We went to the MoMA. I almost cried in the entry way because of all the beauty. Then I cried alot throughout the entire museum. My brain was so filled and inspired after. Just wow.

I just felt apart of history. Seeing some of the most famous paintings of all time. These painting you've seen a million times in your art history books, there they are. Looking closely at every brushstroke. Being able to just sense the raw emotion. I was just so moved.

We had a goodbye breakfast at probably the most deliciously fresh cafe. yum.

We were only an hour outside Greg's hometown. So before we headed home we got to stop into good ol' hunterdon. I saw my beautiful jersey loves, starting with my Mama Antonow. We surprised her at work:), spent some soul time with Amy, surprised my darling Presley at work, and ended our quick visit with cupcakes at Linneys. As Lin shut the door and looked at me she just said, "wow, I feel like you were here yesterday" like no time had passed at all (it has really been since the beginning of aug.) It made my heart so warm because I knew I really had a family in jersey too. Sigh.

She sent us off with cupcakes and we started the long haul.

As we pulled away across the amazing vast of bright blue and white clouds we saw a hot air balloon floating across the sky. All Joy could get out was a scream and when she pointed and I saw it I screamed too until we both started to laugh with tears in our eyes.

It was pretty magical.

The ride home was filled with many sing-a-longs and lovely chats.

It was truly a beautiful escape.

xoxo j

Where you invest your love, you invest your life.

Did I mention I was running away to New York City?

Well I am, I mean I did. I'm here.

I have a small break from school, so my loveliest Joy and I decided to get in the car and disappear for a few days.

We came with the utmost intention of rest. Did I really think that was going to happen? I mean I came to freakin New York City.

We got in around midnight and it felt so good to be reunited with friends.

We slept longer than either of ever sleep in, until 10 o'clock. wow.

We had good conversation, music, waffles, and coffee. It seemed ridiculously perfect and felt right.

After breakfast, we went to get some of our stuff out of the car (which was parked about a block away)

You can't even imagine the feeling in the pit of my stomach when we rounded the corner, and my car was gone.

That's right gone.

We assumed "oh gosh it must be towed". So we came in and called in my plates.

You can't even imagine the feeling in my stomach when the pound said they had no record of that car.

Stolen. The only answer was my car was stolen in New York City.

I cried. Freaked out. Then I called the police.

They came and we gave them all the info. They told us they most people stealing cars weren't trying to steal Volkswagen Beetles. And sometimes it takes the pound awhile to register all the cars they picked up.

So about an hour of worrying later. I got a phone call saying my car was at the pound, which still really sucked but was much better than being stolen. We can pick it up Monday.

I know really good first few hours, right?

We decided to not let it spoil our day and went out adventuring.

We legit waited in line for about 45 minutes for vegan doughnuts.

COMPLETELY worth it.

things along the way.

We went to the Metropolitan. I was in awe.

Then I turned the corner and saw it. Jackson Pollock, number 30.

I sat in front of it a long while and cried.

I have much more to share from the Met, but I'll save them for a separate post.

I hope you all had a wonderful saturday, hopefully a little less crazy than ours.

On a positive note, at least I don't have to find parking for tonight.

xoxo j

Hideeeawayyyy

So yesterday I decided to get productive.

I had a list to accomplish:

1. dye my hair

2. bake cookies

3. finish my paper

4. finish my crafts

5. box care packages

6. go to bed early

Everything is just about done. My paper took longer than I had hoped so my personal stuff went on hold. But I did make a batch of pumpkins cookies and they turned out delish.

The other day when I was at the record store I made an inquiry about a Where the Wild Things are mini vinyl and after chatting a bit, they gave it to me for free.

That's right, free.

So I got super lucky and having been enjoying my little 7" way too much. Even though it only has two songs off the album they are my two favorites and both are perfect for how I'm feeling this week.

One is called "All is Love" and the other "Hideaway". Which is basically what I've been doing recently, hiding away but creating love for people. I dont know what it is but I just make tea, put on my record, and sit in my room for hours.

Sometimes I just need to hermit.

Hope everyone's Wednesday is going swimmingly,

j

When worlds collide.

Ever since Greg and I have met we have always had so much to say about how great our social circles are. And its true, we both know some really wonderful people.

But sometimes we get really lucky. Sometimes these people meet and magic happens.

I am reminded what love looks like. Love that knows no style, state, or past. Love that has nothing to do with where you've been, its just who you are right now. Just loving people wherever they are at and whoever they are. Non judgmental love.

These people knew nothing about each other besides the fact that they both knew Greg and I. Yet, they meshed together like the void had never been there. As if this was not just a first introduction.

I believe this is just because our friends love well.

It is always just super encouraging for Greg and I because we realize just because we come from different places, doesn't mean the worlds have to exist separately. We can all be together.

Our weekend was filled with...

apple picking, egg breakfasts, hot cider, pumpkin carving, laughing, coffee dates, bike rides in the city,birthday parties, homemade pumpkin spice lattes, church, good talks, lots of hugs, mass amounts of food, free vinyl, naps, and the warm cozy feeling.

Pres and Den thank you so much for visiting!!! Please come again anytime:)

Tonight's goal: GET THIS HAIR DYED. serrrioussslyyy.

Yay, happy heart,

xo j