2024 is the year we move. after almost 4 years of talking about it, now we’re making the plans. it feels like a time to clean house, both physically and metaphorically. i’m decluttering my closets and cabinets, and making lists of all the past versions of myself that aren’t making it over there, and feeling so many deep emotions that I’m not sure how to describe. how do you paint a picture of capturing a dream you’ve had your whole life, even though it means leaving everything you know? i don’t know. I think this year will present a lot of challenges. hopefully a lot of beauty, too. i can say with certainty that younger me would be so relieved to know that we’re actually going to do it. i love these pictures. 🎶 on the [foggy, foggy] banks of Loch Lomond