[July 29th, 2015 [#1]]

I am up this morning — standing over my brewing coffee and thinking again about what my mother must feel like when she receives these crazy updates about our life. I always have an inkling that even though she always gives her support, there is a large part of her that wishes we were just slightly more traditional.

I spilt my lemon water this morning on the counter as I stood thinking about it. Cleaning it up, I turned around from my little nook in the kitchen and saw JT, our tin elephant sculpture made from abandoned airplane parts. One of my best friends named the piece while visiting us a few years ago. She witnessed the purchase from a yard sale in a church off of Prince St.

Today, JT stands in the corner of the loft's salon — next to a little mushroom coffee stand we spotted at a store in Williamsburg this past summer. What can I say? Elephants and mushrooms? We're whimsical people.

And traditional or not, I simply can't wait to experience this city and this world "outside of the box". To challenge ourselves with living lean and living with adventure. You know Momma? What's life for after all?