My Dr. Martens morphed into an object that was representative of my new existence. I wore them out of that very shop. I loved the way they made me feel: strong and capable, and like I fit into my new surroundings just a little bit more than before.
Routine + Rituals
It is the routines and rituals that take place within my home that really highlight the concept of the ‘beauty of the familiar’.
Orange Blossom Perfume
The bewitching thing about my transatlantic life is I can live in England and love it dearly, but wear my deep affection for Florida like a light, floral orange blossom perfume.
The Seventeen-Year-Old Car That Could (Until It Couldn’t)
Learning how to drive in Florida was a rushed life-stage that practically every kid reached well before they graduated high…
Third Time’s the Charm
I’m no stranger to writing loads and willingly sharing my feelings and experiences with others. However, over the last year…
New Nests + Student Houses
Up until the time I went off to university, I had never moved house. My parents have lived in the…
Steel City
Fog sits on rusted windowsills taking respite from the bustling city surrounding laced boots pace the streetscontemplations of grime and…
Tread Lightly, Deep Waters Ahead
May is a chaotic time of year to say the least. As a university student, I’m swamped with deadlines for…
Musings on Love
Love can make us do strange and extraordinary things. Whether it’s staying up with weighty eyelids to respond to a…
Aurora Borealis
There’s this feeling that comes with pushing boundaries that I’ve become well familiar with over the years. Scary and welcoming all at once, and yet instead of taking a tour I packed a thermos of tea, pulled on a trusty cable-knit sweater, and plopped back into the driver’s seat. We were off.
seven hills 