Lately, I have been reminiscing about my days as a young teenager tucked away in my bedroom. I think of them so fondly. I shared a room with my sister Christie until I was much older. I didn't get my own room until after my oldest siblings got married and moved out of the house, around 17 or 18. I was not a rebellious teen. Probably because I had no reason to be. I didn't care much for boys (ok, there was that one crush that never went anywhere) and was obsessed with music and off touring the country at 14. Yeah, my parents were pretty awesome. Still are! I think of the hours I spent listening to music, writing in my journal and gathering inspiration. My life is so busy now with so many responsibilities and I'll never get those days back, but they will forever be a part of me. The peaceful image of looking out the window of my parents English tutor on a rainy day dreaming of where I wanted to go and do with my life. I obviously haven't accomplished all of those dreams so far and some of them have changed but that's the place I long to return to when I'm alone. A place of quietness and vast dreaming. It doesn't always happen but sometimes I get so close.
Dress by Lover, gifted to me by a darling fan on my last tour. Hat: Anthropologie.