What January Held + Moving into February


As we move deeper into the new year, I find that I become more and more grateful of the city. I don't know who I would be if I hadn't moved here; if I hadn't been swept up into the city's pulse and learned to beat with it; if it hadn't forced me to expand and explore unknown areas of my Self. Even now, almost two-years in, my journal is still filled with failed attempts to try and explain the feeling of being young and open and in some ways na├»ve, and yet living in this great, hulking beast of a place. Arabelle wrote, "This is a city with a very particular rhythm [that] you can [either] devote yourself to learning or drown in. You will realistically do both, over and over again," and her words so perfectly encompass the oxymoronic beauty of this place. I am equally grateful for the times that I easily treaded water and for those that I struggled to stay afloat.

The month of January was shrouded in a soft-pink hue. The tones appear in almost every one of my photos, reminding me that the place I have reached emotionally and spiritually is a good one. February seems to be following suit, although it's a bit brighter in hue. I'm traveling to Cuba soon (in less than 48 hours!) and the month is filled with creative energy. I want to work on my writing and photography, and generally practice some form of art-making every day. Beginning the month in Cuba seems like a good start.

So far this year I feel comfortable with myself. I feel comfortable with who I am and how I'm learning and expanding. Though change is sometimes difficult for me, I'm looking forward to the transitions that the upcoming months promise to hold. I am both looking forward and moving forward. 2017 feels good.

How did January feel for you? x