Alex and I lazily wandered into the Polignano a Mare train station in Italy, after our short train ride from Bari. We spent the day strolling the old town in Polignano a Mare, watching the sleeping kitties, and perching ourselves along the razor-sharp rocks along a deserted part of the sea.
With a chocolate mousse in hand – of course – we spent the afternoon happily in silence, looking out on the horizon, observing the turquoise water slosh at our bare feet and snapping polaroids. Alex’s parents treated us to the fanciest sunset dinner (Ristorante Donna Gina) looking out at the beach and cliffs, and I’ll always remember this sweet ol’ 25th birthday of mine:
I got married to my best friend, I traveled to so many wonderful places in the world and moved to France. I learned plenty of new words and voraciously read plenty of books. I discovered new passions that I want to pursue further. I’ve learned, I’ve implemented, and I wrote. I kept up with this beloved blog that is so near and dear to my heart, and I continued to pursue creative photography projects that inspire and motivate me to get out of my photography rut.
There were also feelings of guilt, pride, regret, joy, peace, and immense love. Life is not black nor white, but a swirling grey of depth, emotion, and complexity, and I embrace all of it.
It has been a glorious year, and 25 – I feel – will be just as pleasurable and growth-filled.
August 1, 2019
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