adios

I started posting here without any expectation of what content I’d have to share, what would come of it, how long I’d be able to keep it up, what I was even doing. I had no intentions other than to keep this an honest, unfiltered space and with that tone in mind I sort of closed my eyes and started throwing bits of my life on the internet.

It’s been a little over three years and honestly my heart just isn’t in keeping this up.

This little space would come to be the place where I could chronicle all the madness; the holidays, weddings, babies, nights to remember, nights to forget. The trips home, the trips away, the moves, the ups, the downs, all the spaces in between. Here I could share how much things were changing and how much things would eventually stay the same. 

When this started, the IPAD DID NOT EXIST. I did not know about yoga. Or that I liked red wine. I did not understand that even if your heart breaks you can still go on to have a good life. And that your heart will probably break again and again if you let it. I had never been to Paul Martins. Evey was only two. I had not gone on a proper grown-up date. I had yet to fall in love with greek yogurt. or New York City. or TOMS. or a Canadian. I had never been to Tahoe. Or on a backpacking trip. Or to Mass. I had no idea that my life was about to expand rapidly (and painfully) to exceed my most vivid hopes.

Since we started here, I’ve been through seven iphones, five relationships (just the big ones. and yes, I said relationships), twenty trips to disneyland, eight baseball games (really? I feel like that number must be wrong), fifteen road trips to LA, three birthdays, three moves, five debit cards. 

This has been a refuge for sharing all the ridiculous pieces of my life that I didn’t see fit to share anywhere else. I’m not really sure who (if anyone) has been keeping up, but I appreciate you for sticking around for the ride. 

xo (as always),

ccbk

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Sometimes I cannot believe how incredibly fucking blessed I am to have people who are willing to stick with me when things get out of control.

Sometimes I cannot believe how incredibly fucking blessed I am to have people who are willing to stick with me when things get out of control.

This is my idea of a good morning commute.

This is my idea of a good morning commute.

Born and bred.

Born and bred.

Trust me. This feels even sexier than it looks.

Trust me. This feels even sexier than it looks.

It is near impossible to get any real work done when there is such a high demand for petting.

It is near impossible to get any real work done when there is such a high demand for petting.

The only time Sacramento resembles Los Angeles.

The only time Sacramento resembles Los Angeles.

Love is letting go.
Period.

Love is letting go.

Period.

Oh. So that’s why it’s called VACAville.

Oh. So that’s why it’s called VACAville.

No…

No…