What to Wear to an Airport

Red is for Lift-Off: Exploring the wild blue yonder in a red hot 1960's vintage coat

Perhaps this change has been a long time coming. And I suspect there's more to it than just the reason given. Our lives, or more specifically, MY life, sometimes plays the role of a river, charging ahead with unpredictable twists and rough turns, and sometimes shifts + makes a sudden change of course that, upon examining, is best to just trustingly adjust to, and stop asking questions about the whys, the wherefores, or hows of it. My life has taken such a turn, and instead of over-thinking as I'm wont to do, I've decided to charge ahead + take the plunge. This is the result from a set of circumstances that took place one year ago, and one that I'd have never predicted.

In short (and when am I ever short about such things?): I am moving. 

I'm leaving the confines of my hometown, my midtown stomping grounds in Sacramento, California, and returning to a former city of residence, the evergreen town of Seattle, Washington. In fact, it's already done. Packed and put into storage are my belongings, quietly boxed up and waiting to be relocated to an eventual new home. Meanwhile, this old girl overstuffed 2 suitcases full of ragged black T-shirts, a motley collection of waterproof + walking shoes, sweaters of various materials, 3 Karina dresses, an armful of tights, and a handful of what-the-fuck-am-I-doing anxiety attacks. Yep.  Taking all the necessary objects with me while I fly into Seattle and scout out my situation.

And why am I doing this? 

Short + sweet: I'm doing this for love. For a heady rollercoaster of a heart trip that began nearly 15 years ago (and a river in itself), full of twists, turns, and returns, with the boon of a surprisingly happy ending.

Life in Motion: wearing an easy-to-wear dress from Karina Dresses makes the journey a confident + assured one.

I'm not sure what else I should tell you- or how much of it is interesting to anyone other than the parties involved, but suffice to say, a little over a year ago I had ran into an old flame + felt a rekindled spark.  And the next thing I knew, I was gasping over said gent like a giddy school girl, and when (finally!) he kindly returned the affections, the way I took in my life shifted. Things that I had thought were important, became less so, and some things, like being as near to this man as possible, became an all-consuming, burning objective. I'm not sure how I'm going to manage this, as this impulse is all from the heart, with little words-of-wisdom from the head, but I'm sure this is the best + brightest decision that I've ever made in my life. 

So I'm on a new journey, starting with this plane ticket set to Seattle. My flight starts from the Sacramento International Airport and lands on the tarmac of Sea Tac.  I'm discovering new avenues to explore in myself, reconnecting with all sorts of hopes and dreams as my heart rekindles its flame. I'm not sure what to make of it, other than the best of it. I invite you to join me on my journey- no longer confined to the outlines of individual style or fashion whimsy, but a personal exploration of living. Whatever the outcome, friends, I'm certain its going to be one hell of a ride. 

 See you at the gate.
                                                                                                        -Bella Q