San Francisco Dreaming + Embracing Slowness

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I’ve recently taken a step back. From posting to social media. From overfilling my schedule. From working late nights at the office. If you’re on my newsletter you know the ways I’m embracing a slow summer. And while the word “slow” might make it sound relaxing. I can tell you, it’s surprising not. I’ve been actually feeling quite a bit stressed. Part of it is being away from home and from B (we’re in Florida right now), part of it is the young children I care for ;)… but part it I can’t really explain. Like I’m neglecting other things. I guess I’m feeling… guilty.

This last year I took time to focus on the home. After 2 years of moving around while B was in school and being pregnant at the end, I was craving to nest. And while I had to suppress it for a bit, once we found a place we embraced “nesting” fully and started making our tiny townhouse home. It felt SO good to have a home again and I really focused in on it, my family, and my work. We didn’t travel much at all and while that was definitely a much needed break I’m excited to start planning some travel again!

As I started planning some upcoming trips I went down the rabbit hole that is the image archives. Reminiscing on past travels and feeling the moments all over again. And today I’m throwing it back to March of 2014 (our 2nd wedding anniversary) in San Francisco.

Looking back on it, we did SO much on this trip. Much more than we ever would (could?) now. We squeezed the most out of those 8 days and drank up every last drop. We also even hit up Big Sur, Napa Valley, Muir Woods, and a tiny breakfast stop in Sausalito. Trips pre-babies were definitely a different experience. And while those were fun, I’m truly excited to embrace slowness as we start traveling as a family of four.

San Francisco Dreaming | The Whitefeather Journal
San Francisco | The Whitefeather Journal
San Francisco | The Whitefeather Journal

the artist, Frank Dong whom we bought our first piece of original art. It was meaningful in a number of ways and I still look at the piece with a sense of admiration and happiness.

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San Francisco | The Whitefeather Journal
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San Francisco | The Whitefeather Journal

This was the street we stayed on. It was honestly a dream to stay in one of these candy colored houses! They seriously drip with charm.

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San Francisco | The Whitefeather Journal

Oh hey, Ladies!

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One of my favorite days (and dinners).
We biked through Golden Gate Park from end to end, visiting museums, walking through gardens and ending up on the beach for a sunset dinner. It was definitely one of those “whoa” days, like when reflect and can’t believe how truly wonderful it was. Incredibly grateful for these moments with my B.

San Francisco | The Whitefeather Journal
San Francisco | The Whitefeather Journal
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Because this was our 2nd anniversary trip and the gift is traditionally cotton I told Buddy to pick whatever “cotton” he wanted in this store (Wingtip). I thought that was a pretty cool gift until I got home and received a quilt he had made that made me cry… Thanks, B.

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You’re a dream, San Francisco. You really are.