2014.

january

february

march

april

may

june

july

august

september

october

november

december

i loved big snows, live shows, and photobooths, and fell hard for toronto streetcars, boston's beacon hill, sno-cones in austin, and the mountains of utah. i turned 26. i wintered with books, soaked up summer in the city, and rang in my fifth year in new york. i got curious and cut bangs. i surprised my dad in south carolina for his 50th birthday. i watched friends get married; i watched friends become mothers. i drew closer to my people. i met a boy. life was made richer by houseguests, book club brunches, fresh flowers on the table, and the saturday morning farmers market. i tried hard to make the most of everything—good, bad, crazy, bittersweet—that came my way. all at once, i am happy and sad to see 2014 go.

oh, 2015. you are looking awfully bright from here.