“Childhood roaming was what developed self-reliance, a sense of adventure, imagination, a will to explore, to be able to get a little lost and then figure out the way back.” ― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
Today's the last day of my visit to my childhood hometown.
And what you see here is a girl who's seriously contemplating dashing and dancing through that mud puddle directly behind her to avoid a suburban soul crush.
Yeah, I already said that on insta days before actually writing this post.
I don't really mean it. I would never dash through a mud puddle while wearing this bomb AF jacket. Or in a dress. Obvi.
And honestly, I shouldn't be so judge-y. But I grew up in the 'burbs so I sort of believe that I earned my right to make jokes now. And honestly #2, I'm sad to be leaving but happy to be heading back to my beloved New Orleans. So jokes.
In the meantime, we've still got like 4 whole days left of this holiday season and 2014 - but who's counting... EVERY SINGLE HOUR - not because I'm mad at 2014, on the contrary - I've L. O. V. E. D. it, but the holiday anxiety in which I over medicate with champagne and tequila will vanish! Poof!
So to keep it all in check I'm walking it out, well right out to the point in which that mud would ruin my boots.
And laughing lots, because that's what champagne and tequila will do to a girl. (It'll also encourage you to make videos of yourself trying to do the Beyoncé 711 and send it to your friends at 2 a.m.)
But that's another story.
p.s. kisses to my little sister Chelle for not thinking it's even kind of weird when I abruptly spin a u-turn and pull the car into a muddy field for the sake of fashion.
And for being my tequila PNC.
And for being the cutest little photographer I know.
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