This photo is from the archives. It’s almost 3 years old. Two weeks after this was taken, Ex-Mr and I were never the same.

So here’s me, with poor posture, sitting on the wrong part of the couch, super fucking focused on baseball in my old apartment. Yeah, it’s like two hipsters threw up and decorated a living room. What do you expect? We’re both designers. You can even see my bike in the background.

The girl on that couch took an unexpected route. It’s odd to think that way, but she did.

I’m thankful she didn’t stay married, that she moved to New York and that she experienced a hell of a life between then and now.

As lonely or lost I may sound sometimes, as fucking crazy as I feel at times—I wouldn’t have traded this journey for the world.