Jonathan and I are still tripping that we live in Maryland. With each trip into Baltimore, and each new adventure comes amazement, shock and gratefulness. We've got a hell of a vantage point, with Baltimore 30 minutes away, D.C. 45 minutes, and NY about 3 hours. Yep this is our home.
Among the reoccurring shock, I also feel like I am in the right place. Everyday feels like the precipice of something great about to happen, like magic. So I am working on keeping it alive by strategically placing myself in specific places and events. I am also welcoming all possible uncomfortable situations into my life wholly. I like to think of myself as unusually comfortable in discomfort (my natural awkwardness makes this easy).
Two weekends ago Jonathan and I went to an event in Baltimore , one of my recent strategic placings. It was called Sunday at the Mill hosted by a group of local lifestyle bloggers, 30th & Weldon. It was a mix of local artisans, music, food, and sweet chitter chattering. The vibes were chill and pulsing and the weather was fantastically made for that event. While my usual choice of clothing typically has alienated me in the past, I was among similarly dressed individuals. I was a tinkerer among makers and I strongly felt that I belonged. Damn the chills are real then and now.