Photo Diary

As I prepare this page for you, I wonder, who will care?

When I was about 10-bold-years-old, I started a blog. Every time a new post came out, I grabbed the orange slider phone my parents got me to stay in touch while traveling between my mom's, Kansas City, and my dad's, Dallas. Mass text to every single number. One day, in the confines of the bathroom stall, I heard one of my friends talking about it to someone with something along the lines of "Does Carly think people actually care about her blog? I wish she would stop sending these texts." My heart was inevitably shattered and if I remember correctly, she never received a text from me ever again. For that matter, no one did. My blog died and I slowly began to fit myself into the crowd. Similarly, in college, I opened up on my Instagram for the first time. I wrote out a long anecdote of how I was feeling on my birthday. Again, through the grapevine I heard echos... "Does she know that no one cares?"

I wish those things did not stick with me. I wish they did not affect me. In one ear and out the other. Instead, they embedded themselves into the fabric of my expression, declaring "I'll show them!" And the them watched me slowly never post again.

So, this is for the girl who desires desperately to be seen, the one that wants to hide away, and the people that DO care!

Each caption prefaces a group of photos on any particular day in my life. Take this journey with me, grab your snacks, and enjoy living through a kindred souls' eyes. You are never alone and holy shit I had to pee so bad as I wrote this. ENJOY.

*for a linear story scroll scroll scroll to the bottom and work your way up, then stay in touch and check back for new posts periodically...

So far we've quit our job, connected back to self in Dallas, visited family in Kansas City, ventured to the Wild West Coast, back to the South to move out quick, on to Dallas, back to Kansas City roots, landing in Colorado. All paths lead to the next and relate to one another.