finding home

haven home 1.jpglast summer, i met a sweet, sweet guy.  he is different from almost anyone else i have ever met.  we dated for a little bit and though things didn’t work out, i count him as a dear friend.

he is wild.  he is free.  he is natural.  he finds solace in the simple things, like driving for hours when you really, really don’t know where you’re going.  he is a climber, an adventurer, an athlete.  he is brave and kind.  he is shy, quiet, intelligent, and so charming.

he stopped to see me a few days ago, while driving across the country.  we met for coffee just off i-90.  he had stopped in wisconsin the night before to crash with some people he had only recently met.  he is the kind of guy who does that, and whom people invite to do that.  he shared his recent adventures with me, from ditching guards at the grand canyon so that he could continue hiking without a reservation to, literally, chasing waterfalls.  he told me about the tough times of being so alone and he told me about the inexplicable beauty of living so close to nature.  he shared lines from his favorite author, what his sisters are doing, his next location.

this friend reaches a part of me that few people reach.  he inspires me.  he makes me want to do more and be more – to follow my heart wherever that may lead.  he reminds me that life is not about achievements or possessions, it is about finding home, even if it’s in a sleeping bag in the back of your car.haven home 2.jpga few days after seeing my friend,  i was at anthropologie browsing the sale section, wasting time really.  i came across an indie magazine that i had never seen before, called haven.  perhaps serendipitously, the theme of this particular issue is home and finding it – inside people, coffee shops, dorm rooms.  finding it around a campfire, at the dinner table, in the back of a camper van.

for my whole life, home has meant where my parents are, where my family is, where i grew up.  and this, i am certain, will always be the case.  but in a few months, i will finally be able to create my own home.  it certainly won’t be my forever home, but it will be my first home.  it will be my own space to figure out what it really means to live.  it will welcome me and it will welcome others.  it will incorporate all the people that i have known, the things i have loved and learned, the experiences that make me who i am – as all homes do.  it will remind me of my friend and the lessons he has taught me.haven home 3.jpg

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finding home

the christmas wishlist

i-011642-santal-33-100ml-1-940.jpg71yuHh8MwAL.jpgsantal-sandalwood-diptyque-3700431400499-front_1024x1024.jpgle labo santal 33 perfume // this is a long time want of mine.  i actually have the maison marie louis no 4 bois de balincourt oil, which smells very similar to this, but there’s something about an actual perfume that feels a little bit fancier and more luxurious to me.

the wes anderson collection // i am having a major love affair with wes anderson right now.  i just watched the royal tenenbaums for the first time (i know i know, where have i been) and it was certainly one of the best movies i have ever seen.  my sister and i are making our way through all of his films, and i can’t take my eyes away from his style, creativity, and imagination.  i would love to have the wes anderson collection to view his magic all the time.

a cozy bathrobe // for whatever reason, this is what i want for christmas the most.  just a plushy, cozy bathrobe to wear every morning when it’s freezing and every night when i’m snuggled on the sofa.  it’s the little things, ya know?

diptyque santal candle // if you know me, you know i love sandalwood.  to me, there’s no scent as delicious.  and a diptyque candle?  who doesn’t have a diptyque candle on their christmas list?

tell me, what are you dreaming of this holiday season?

the christmas wishlist