Hi hello strangers! Well, twenty six days later and im all settled in into my new place, well not really because i still have half my life in a storage unit, but its as good as its going to get for now.
My transition from moving from Huntington Beach up to Long Beach has been a little rocking, ok alot rocky. Even though Huntington Beach is just a hop, skip and a jump away, i feel they are worlds apart and two entirely different cities. I have never lived in a metropolitan area such as Long Beach and its been very exciting making some lifestyle adjustments to accommodate living in a more city like environment than Huntington Beach was, such as learning to use my bike as my main source of commuting. Unfortunately, i dont have parking where i live now, so its nothing but street parking over here, and let me spare you with just saying, dealing with the no parking situation has been an utter nightmare to say the very least! So instead of driving to run errands, such as going to the bank, or post office, or to go grocery shopping, or even to work, i now bike everywhere. i even bike to the laundromat when i have to do a load since i dont have an on-site laundry in my building. These are all things i took for granted when i lived in Huntington Beach, howvever despite the changes im loving it!
I love waking up in the early morning and biking to the beach, and on my way seeing all the local shop owners open shop for the day. I love seeing the dozens of people who walk their dogs in the morning. I love the hustle and bustle of other commuters. I love the grittiness that this place brings out in me. i love that i have something new to see and learn about everyday. i even love that it's a challenge for me to buy groceries now because whatever i buy i have to be able to take with me on my bike. I love how friendly people are here, and i also love how unfriendly people are here. I love seeing that people still roller blade.
However, on an entirely different note, im still a sleepless soul who fills her nights with shenanigans and solo dress up parties, so i thought this time would be as good as any to share with you my newest of treasures! I recently bought myself a Ukulele from the late 1930s, and Im most excited about it, as i belive the uke is one of the happiest tunes to be heard and a great instrument for impromptu playing.
Sadly, as of now i only know two cords, but im hoping by the summer i will be able to play a tune or two, so i can take it with me to festivals. But for now my poor neighbors get the privilege of listening to me practice at all hours of the night. (They like it, dont worry.) Howvever, im off to hid under my covers and prep for a night of junk food and watching re-runs of I Love Lucy.
ta' ta' kittens!
Its been over five months since we've brushed shoulders, and last time we spoke i told you i celebrated turning one year older by dancing till the very wee hours of the morning, and since then not much has changed. I'm still one year older,and i still spend a majority of my nights dancing recklessly while collecting remnants of past times. Both the peach chiffon blouse and purple beaded dress are from the 1920s and are some of my recent treasures that i have made mine.
I could bore you with why i haven't been around these parts as of late, but there's no real reason why Ive been letting things stand still here, other than they kinda just are. I'm not hiding, i just can be found more frequent on my twitter or instagram than here these days.
Aside from my no reason of absence from the ol' blog, I've been spending more time than usual day dreaming about the 1920s, delicate ecru lace, the smell of old photographs, and the feeling you get when you you're in the presence of something beautiful, and most importantly i find myself thinking about old houses that are still secretly nested in a vast of brush, trees and flowers somewhere in the the great Northwest more and more, and less about the noisy, filthy city life that has me crammed in a small sardine apartment with no parking of my own that i have now. I think about houses on quiet roads with brick walls that are covered with decades of growing filigree. I think about huge wrap around front porches with creaky steps, shutter windows, and houses with built in libraries, old claw foot tubs, and original wood floors. These are things that i want, but these are things that are impossibly out of reach with life in Southern California. These thoughts and dreams are not new by any means,they are just becoming more of a reality of what i want and increasingly present everyday that i spend here in Long Beach. However, reality is because of work, i don't see myself packing up my bags and leaving any time soon, but alas c'est la vie! This is what dreaming is for.
Come find me on the inter-webs and say hello! I miss you all and wish to hopefully cross paths on this blog more often!
ciao, kittens!
