#500faceproject

Some things aren’t meant to be, but nearly all my memories of my first year in Seattle and for now there is a giant hole. 

Trevor is the partner of my dear friend Annie Sloan. I have known him since Chicago, but I get to see him here in Seattle, sometimes on Tuesdays. He is pretty funny. My cats really like him. One time him and Annie took care of them for a few days while I dealt with my horrible (horrible) roommate. It’s really nice to get to see some of my favorite people so often. They stayed with me in the old lady house on the way to and from their latest road trip adventure. Trevor was making bread, so he had to tend to it on the roof of his Subaru. 

It was Cynthia’s birthday/bachelorette/wedding weekend and well, we were in Vegas. He was really happy to see my polaroid camera. 

Kris is one of the kindest people I have ever met. When I was living with Sam in Chicago, she lived in the apartment above me. When Sam didn’t want me to be his roommate anymore, she let me move in with her. I essentially had the same bedroom, just one floor higher. I lived with her for about six months and for six months I had an incredible friend who helped me through a very tough time. She has such love in her heart. One time she found a broken pigeon when she was walking and brought it home and found a pigeon doctor. I honestly appreciate her kindness and friendship and she was one of the last people I saw before I left Chicago, and one of the people that made me cry the most when I realized I was leaving for real.

Joy is the kind human who rented me her house when I moved to Seattle. The story is pretty amazing. I decided mid-November that I was pretty sure I wanted to move to Seattle, and then on Thanksgiving after speaking with my mother that I was in fact, going to do it. I found Joy on Craigslist, and though the house was more money than I have ever spent on myself every single moment since I moved to Seattle has been worth every penny. I truly believe my path was supposed to cross with Joy because while living in her home I found my job, my boyfriend, my current roommate/friend/apartment/ and a little bit of myself that had been missing for so long.

It was the night before the night before I moved away from Chicago. Some friends came over to help me celebrate one of my last windy city evenings and we played “drink the bourbon.” I think she came with some friends of my roommate but she glowed and she gave me a great “Life is an adventure and you can do it” speach. I think it was exactly what I wanted to hear just then.

I wanted a guinea pig sooo bad. My parents let me have a goldfish, mostly because I went to the fair and won two but what I really wanted was a guinea pig. Jenae Shafer had one, that I’m pretty sure I was waiting for to have babies (it never did). I used to go to the library and spend hours reading books about how to care for a guinea pig and all the information that went along with the little creatures. I remember writing my father a letter about how you couldn’t hug a goldfish. Finally for what must have been my 12th birthday they gave me a cage! We went to a local pet store and there she was. Indio came home with me and was great for about 4 years until she died. 

Forgive me if this picture has already appeared here, but it is in my current batch of 4 images so what they heck. Kate is one of the best people I know. She is hilarious, fun, kind, and a great artist. Back in undergrad she was one of the “Moms” Alexandra and myself hung out with. One time her, Alex, and myself all thought we would do an independent study screen-printing class together, so naturally we all waited until the night before it was all due to finish and saw the sun rise in the Allyn Building, which was one of the art buildings on campus. I’m looking forward to seeing Kate next month when all us art gals get together in my new home town of Seattle for girls weekend.