Before the Internet

fullsizeoutput_4bb8Before the internet, you would stand in line for the bathroom and stare off into space without fear of looking pathetic.

Before the internet, you would make a music video to a Brittney Spears song and then leave it on the camcorder for your parents to laugh at when they found it one day in the future, because there was nowhere to post it.

Before the internet, you would move from one city to another and no one at your new school would know anything about your past unless you told them. They would have no idea you used to pee your pants when you laughed too hard or that your best friend had been a Barbie doll named Starlet.

Before the internet, if you had a disagreement with your cousin about the names of the Seven Dwarfs in Snow White, you had to simply agree to disagree, unless one of you happened to have a book on the subject on hand or could run to the library to check one out.

Before the internet, you went to the movies to see Shrek, and no one took your picture unless Mom dusted off the point-and-shoot camera and lugged it to the theater, which she never did.

Before the internet, you would write your best friend Jessica a letter and cross your fingers that she still remembered your inside jokes by the time it arrived.

Before the internet, you spent hours practicing your signature for the back of your library card, only to mess it up horribly in permanent ink and be overcome by deep regret every time you spied it in your velcro wallet.

Before the internet, when someone asked you out, you just had to use your best judgement as to whether or not they were a psychopath and go from there.

Before the internet, you would watch You’ve Got Mail on VHS every summer on repeat at your aunt and uncle’s farm in rural Iowa because you’d already exhausted conversation with all your family members and walked around everywhere and played all the games you knew.

Before the internet, you’d play Detective Agent on CD Rom every Saturday morning until your little brother scratched it beyond repair and your mom forgot where she bought it, and she couldn’t just order another one.

Before the internet, you’d sort of just sit on a park bench and hum a little ditty to yourself that you overheard while in line at Block Buster.

Before the internet, when you visited your grandmother at Christmas, you had to fill her in on everything that had happened during the last year when she asked, but could probably only truthfully recall about 10 percent and had no way of remembering the rest.

Before the internet, you’d spend your playdates creating a newspaper about the Olympics, featuring articles about gymnasts from countries you were pretty sure existed in real life because you’d overheard their names but couldn’t know for certain.

Before the internet, if you missed the newest episode of Veggie Tales on Friday night, oh well. Tough. You’d just cry and go to bed without a Silly Song from Larry.

Before the internet, the only ordering you did was off a menu.

Before the internet, when you broke up with someone, you could easily just assume they led a terrible life without you and leave it at that.

Before the internet, the only stocking you did was following your attractive older cousin around from a safe distance at every family function.

Before the internet, you almost always got lost on family road trips because your dad wanted to take the “Scenic Route” and there was no way of looking up what exactly that entailed.

Before the internet, you couldn’t really do much of anything. And it was lovely.

P.s. This post is an homage to this article from The New Yorker. And the photos are from a recent visit to my cousins’ in Nebraska.fullsizeoutput_4bb9fullsizeoutput_4bbafullsizeoutput_4bbbfullsizeoutput_4bbcfullsizeoutput_4bbefullsizeoutput_4bc0fullsizeoutput_4bc2fullsizeoutput_4bc7

 

Iowa with the Cousins

fullsizeoutput_4a41This past weekend I took a quick trip up to Iowa to visit my cousins. They are the cutest little munchkins you ever did meet, and I am so glad I got to see them one more time before I leave for Germany in a week (!!?!). There’s something so incredibly special about spending time with family. I can’t even really put words to it– I’m sure you already know exactly what I mean. As I’m about to leave for a whole year, I am reminded of how much I love and care about my relatives. I think leaving for a while makes you appreciate home that much more. But I won’t get too mushy just yet, I’ll save that for the airport ;p Below are a few photos if you’d like to see!fullsizeoutput_4a42Estelle is hilarious. She has personality to burn and a deep, hearty laugh that makes me crack up every time.fullsizeoutput_4a44fullsizeoutput_4a46fullsizeoutput_4a47fullsizeoutput_4a48fullsizeoutput_4a4bEvelyn seemed so much older and more mature this time. She knew so many facts about nature and life and reading. I was pretty dang impressed.fullsizeoutput_4a4cfullsizeoutput_4a4eAnd Lars. This boy is a real stunner. He has this serious smolder that makes your heart melt.fullsizeoutput_4a51fullsizeoutput_4a52fullsizeoutput_4a54Taking the golf card for a spin.fullsizeoutput_4a55fullsizeoutput_4a56fullsizeoutput_4a57fullsizeoutput_4a58fullsizeoutput_4a5efullsizeoutput_4a5ffullsizeoutput_4a60fullsizeoutput_4a61Love the Iowa farm aesthetic. It definitely has a Scandinavian feel, which makes sense because this region is home to a large Danish-American population.fullsizeoutput_4a62fullsizeoutput_4a63The house my dad grew up in until the age of 10!!!! fullsizeoutput_4a65fullsizeoutput_4a66When I arrived, this swing did not exist. But by the end of the day they had just, well, constructed it! These people are seriously so handy and I admire them for it.fullsizeoutput_4a67fullsizeoutput_4a68fullsizeoutput_4a69fullsizeoutput_4a6afullsizeoutput_4a6bfullsizeoutput_4a6cfullsizeoutput_4a6dfullsizeoutput_4a6ffullsizeoutput_4a70IMG_9273fullsizeoutput_4a72Someone drank a lot of punch…fullsizeoutput_4a73fullsizeoutput_4a74Not sure what’s happening herefullsizeoutput_4a75fullsizeoutput_4a76fullsizeoutput_4a77fullsizeoutput_4a8ffullsizeoutput_4a90fullsizeoutput_4a91fullsizeoutput_4a92fullsizeoutput_4a95fullsizeoutput_4a96fullsizeoutput_4a97fullsizeoutput_4a98My grandfather’s name in the barn.fullsizeoutput_4a9cfullsizeoutput_4a9dfullsizeoutput_4a9efullsizeoutput_4a9ffullsizeoutput_4aa0fullsizeoutput_4aa1fullsizeoutput_4aa2fullsizeoutput_4aa3fullsizeoutput_4aa4fullsizeoutput_4aa5Have a good one friends!

Little Letter

IMG_6767Dear Succulents,
I tried not to buy into the succulent craze that has swept the nation in recent years, but I officially give in. You are SO cool. My friend took me to a succulent nursery the other day and I was amazed. I need to get some of you for my room in Germany.

Dear Rob Bell,
You are a great author and speaker. I’m currently reading your book “What we talk about when we talk about God” and it does not disappoint.

Dear Little Brother,
You are such a tease. I only got to spend a few hours with you yesterday before you were off again! But I sure to love the time we have together 🙂

Dear Germany,
Two and a half weeks. I’m coming for you.

Dear Hair,
Not sure what to do with you these days. Any thoughts?

Dear Summer,
You simultaneously flew by and took your sweet time.

Dear Tattoo,
That’s right, I got a second tattoo. You look more and more beautiful to me each day. I hope I’m not getting too addicted to tattoos…;p

P.s. photo from the Grand Canyon this past June

San Francisco

fullsizeoutput_4997These past few days I was in San Francisco, where I met up with a friend from Frankfurt, Germany! She was attending a conference in the states, so we decided to make a little trip of it. We were lucky enough to stay with two of her friends, who quickly became mine as well. They were so kind to show us around the city and give us the royal San Francisco treatment. I’d been to the city twice before in my life, but it never gets old. It’s so artsy and unique, I could definitely envision myself there one day. I say that about a lot of places, but it’s true! Guess I’ll just have to live everywhere 🙂 fullsizeoutput_4998fullsizeoutput_4999fullsizeoutput_499afullsizeoutput_499bfullsizeoutput_499cfullsizeoutput_499dfullsizeoutput_499efullsizeoutput_499ffullsizeoutput_49ebfullsizeoutput_49a3fullsizeoutput_49a4fullsizeoutput_49a5fullsizeoutput_49a6fullsizeoutput_49a9fullsizeoutput_49eafullsizeoutput_49aafullsizeoutput_49abfullsizeoutput_49affullsizeoutput_49b0fullsizeoutput_49b1fullsizeoutput_49b2fullsizeoutput_49b3fullsizeoutput_49e9fullsizeoutput_49b4fullsizeoutput_49b5fullsizeoutput_49b7fullsizeoutput_49bbfullsizeoutput_49befullsizeoutput_49bffullsizeoutput_49c2fullsizeoutput_49c3fullsizeoutput_49c4fullsizeoutput_49c7fullsizeoutput_49c8fullsizeoutput_49c9fullsizeoutput_49cafullsizeoutput_49e8fullsizeoutput_49cbfullsizeoutput_49ccfullsizeoutput_49cdfullsizeoutput_49cefullsizeoutput_49cffullsizeoutput_49e7fullsizeoutput_49d0fullsizeoutput_49d1fullsizeoutput_49d2fullsizeoutput_49d3fullsizeoutput_49d5fullsizeoutput_49d7fullsizeoutput_49d8fullsizeoutput_49d9fullsizeoutput_49dafullsizeoutput_49dcfullsizeoutput_49ddfullsizeoutput_49defullsizeoutput_49dffullsizeoutput_49e0fullsizeoutput_49e6fullsizeoutput_49e4fullsizeoutput_49e5

A few more photos from the wedding

LEXA4564Lambert-99When the bride first stepped out of the bridal suite in the big “reveal”Lambert-229Hayley improving the family gene poolLambert-253Mama pinning like a proLambert-333Look at those handsome brothers of mineLambert-756The families together at lastLambert-790This is probably my favorite. What caption would you write?LEXA4908Shoot, that sun flare thoughPILA9373Lex and the Lotus Photography is so talented! I absolutely love the way they captured this special day. I can’t get enough. Honestly, these photos should be in a bridal magazine, don’t you think?!

Little Letter

IMG_7861Dear “Gilmore girls”,
I started watching you again for the third time and you never disappoint. But to be honest, I’m still a little miffed about the ending of the revival. I won’t spoil it here, but it sure was a cliffhanger and now I’m thinking we need another revival to satiate us.

Dear Quote,
The other day I heard, “No one hangs hard times on the wall.” That really spoke to me for some reason. It is so easy to assume everyone is fairing better than you at any given moment, but the truth is we are all dealing with the sadness and pain of life. You are never alone in hardship, ever.

Dear Paddle Board,
I enjoyed taking you out for a spin on the lake last night. But all those jet skiers were zipping around me making the water choppy and I had a hard time getting much of anywhere.

Dear Texas,
You sure are hot during the summer. Boy, just when I think it can’t get any hotter, it does! Maybe I’m a California weather wimp, but I still am not used to it.

Dear Coffee,
Just reminding you how much I love you. Never forget.

Dear “The Lilac Girls”,
Just started this new book and am already a fourth of the way through. Historical fiction is my jam.

Dear Germany,
Are you as excited as I am for my return on August 23rd? I sure hope so, cuz I can’t hardly think of anything else!

P.s. Photo from our time in Bar Harbor, Maine 🙂

What’s Your ‘Vacation Mentality?’

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I recently read this article from the NYT entitled “How to Be Mindful on Vacation.” It really struck me, particularly this part:

Think of a vacation as a feeling within, rather than a chance to bring your hurried lifestyle to another place.

Often in the past I’ve been disappointed by vacations or trips because I didn’t check off all the items on my ‘To-See’ list. I get so caught up in being a successful tourist that I forget the original reason for the trip– to relax! Of course there’s a place for sight-seeing, but I always let it stress me out way too much. This article is a good reminder that vacation is more a state of mind than anything else.

I think that’s one of the reasons I love to travel alone once in a while, because I am more aware of my environment and willing to take the time to notice small details.

This trip I’ve been on for the past three weeks has been particularly nice because I went into it without expectations. That way, when something didn’t happen, I wasn’t disappointed, instead I could just focus on all the great things that did happen and turn them into positive memories. For instance, I didn’t go to any museums in NYC this past week, something I truly enjoy. But you know what? I did get to spend extra time in Central Park. And it was lovely.

I’m curious, what’s your vacation mentality? Do you struggle with being present on trips?

P.s. Photo from here

New York City

fullsizeoutput_48e9I first came to the city when I was ten years old, then again when I was eighteen, and now as a twenty-two year old. Every time, I am overcome with the realization that wow, New York really is something special. And I know we’ve all heard the stereotype of the “mean/pushy New Yorker,” but I can honestly say every interaction I’ve had here has been lovely. People have stopped to help me on the subway, point me in the right direction, or just shoot the breeze in the park. Thank you NYC!

Again, this place feels so European to me, and makes me excited to return to Germany in August. I can most definitely envision myself living here one day, we’ll just have to see where life leads! Below are a few photos if you’d like to see 🙂fullsizeoutput_48f5fullsizeoutput_48f4fullsizeoutput_48f3fullsizeoutput_48f2fullsizeoutput_48f1fullsizeoutput_48eefullsizeoutput_48ecfullsizeoutput_48f5fullsizeoutput_48eafullsizeoutput_48f6fullsizeoutput_48e8fullsizeoutput_48e7fullsizeoutput_48e6fullsizeoutput_48e5fullsizeoutput_48e4fullsizeoutput_48e3fullsizeoutput_48e2fullsizeoutput_48e1fullsizeoutput_48e0fullsizeoutput_48dffullsizeoutput_48defullsizeoutput_48ddfullsizeoutput_48dcfullsizeoutput_48dbfullsizeoutput_48dafullsizeoutput_48d9fullsizeoutput_48d8fullsizeoutput_48d7fullsizeoutput_48d6fullsizeoutput_48d5fullsizeoutput_48d4fullsizeoutput_48d3fullsizeoutput_48d2fullsizeoutput_48d1fullsizeoutput_48d0fullsizeoutput_48cffullsizeoutput_48cefullsizeoutput_48cdfullsizeoutput_48ccfullsizeoutput_48cbfullsizeoutput_48cafullsizeoutput_48c9fullsizeoutput_48c8fullsizeoutput_4903fullsizeoutput_4904fullsizeoutput_4905fullsizeoutput_4906fullsizeoutput_4908fullsizeoutput_490afullsizeoutput_490bfullsizeoutput_490cfullsizeoutput_490dfullsizeoutput_490efullsizeoutput_490ffullsizeoutput_4910fullsizeoutput_4912fullsizeoutput_4913fullsizeoutput_4914fullsizeoutput_4915fullsizeoutput_4917fullsizeoutput_4919fullsizeoutput_491afullsizeoutput_491bfullsizeoutput_491cfullsizeoutput_491dfullsizeoutput_491efullsizeoutput_491ffullsizeoutput_4920

Boston

fullsizeoutput_489bHello there. How are you on these summer days? I’m writing this from NYC (!!) where I’m attending a conference. But today I thought I’d share a few photos from my afternoon in Boston, MA, last week. I fell hard for this gorgeous old city. Every building is a work of art. I especially loved the Beacon Hill area, with it’s tall brick row houses. And I was lucky enough to meet up with a friend from school for a cup of coffee. She is studying at a seminary near the city and I couldn’t be prouder. Below are a few snap-shots if you’d like to see 🙂fullsizeoutput_489cfullsizeoutput_489dfullsizeoutput_489efullsizeoutput_489ffullsizeoutput_48a0fullsizeoutput_48a1fullsizeoutput_48a2fullsizeoutput_48a3fullsizeoutput_48a4fullsizeoutput_48a5fullsizeoutput_48a6fullsizeoutput_48a7fullsizeoutput_48aafullsizeoutput_48abfullsizeoutput_48acfullsizeoutput_48adfullsizeoutput_48aefullsizeoutput_48affullsizeoutput_48b0