(I wonder how many of my 145 post titles are White Stripes lyrics? Probably a ridiculous amount.)
We left St. Louis last Thursday for a week long trip home to NC for (fake) Christmas, since Jeremy always works on the real day. It's been fun-- lots of family and presents and a visit to see our brand spankin' new nephew! (Spoiler alert: he's adorable.)
Today we went on a day trip to Wilmington, which isn't my hometown or anything but feels very much like home to us. We have so many good college memories of this place, and I just love so much about it-- the beaches, river, art, music, film. It's lovely, and we hope to move back after our Great Traveling Adventure is over. This city was my young adulthood, and maybe it's silly but I worry that there won't be a place for me as a grownup. What if it doesn't feel the same when I move back? I don't know. I'm sure we'll make new memories and it'll be fine. It feels like home, and we do miss it.. when we say "wilmington," it's always with a little sigh, and my instincts tell me that we need to settle where it feels right. But that won't be for a little while, anyway.
Thrifted vintage sweater
Thrifted skirt, boots & vintage coat
F21 sweater tights