Still dressing out of a suitcase
& defining home
It’s been months since I left NYC for Western Mass, and I’m still living out of a suitcase. My closet is a pile of folded basics: one outfit in rotation, leggings, a tee, jeans if I’m feeling ambitious, a sweatshirt if it’s cold. Two pairs of shoes. Three hats I didn’t think I’d wear this much.
My whole apartment lives in boxes in the garage, waiting for the new house to be ready. When I had to go down to New York for Himedi’s US launch event with Bright Eye Clinic, I ended up digging through those boxes to find something presentable. I couldn’t remember what I owned — which was like a reset.
My new role
This is a personal update, and it feels especially meaningful. I left a toxic work environment last year, so I’m grateful to be in a new role where I’m trusted, supported, and I foresee opportunities to grow.
…It’s not monastic, but it’s close — and I’ll be intentional about it now. I’ve always leaned minimal: my old apartment was basically a white box with two pieces of art and not much else. I’m good at letting things go. But living out of a suitcase for this long has shown me how little we need, and how much we hold onto.
The new house is finally ready, and I’ve started opening up boxes.
Fun reads for the weekend
Yooeating's Kitchen Table - What Goes Into a Cookbook Cover?
Earl Earl by Laurel Pantin - Here's One Thing You Could Do With Baby Teeth
David Lebovitz Newsletter - How to Find Flea Markets in France