I was scrolling through my camera roll the other night when I stumbled upon this photo of our house in Dallas from earlier this year. Saturday will mark one month in San Francisco. I cannot believe we moved one month ago. It feels like just yesterday that we closed on this home, and now we are all settled in halfway across the country. This photo erupted a mass of feelings in me--nostalgia, longing, homesickness, just to name a few. This is the home in which my husband and I

Fall is my favorite season of the year, and I think many people would agree with me. I love winter and the holidays, as well, but I am 100 percent over winter after New Years. I firmly believe it shouldn't be cold after January 1. Luckily I live in San Francisco now and will be spoiled with wonderful weather year round. Not mad about it. There's something about the air, scent and feel of fall that make me so happy. I don't mind that days seem shorter and temperatures drop; al

Living in San Francisco is a big responsibility. I have to try every single restaurant while we live in the city. Okay, not true, but there are so many amazing restaurants here that it's difficult to decide where to go when we want to eat out. Many people have advised that we not go to the same restaurant twice during the first six months of our SF residency. We're going to do our best to listen to that advice, but when we find something we love, it's hard to not go back. Cas

Last night I had the honor of attending Threads' first San Francisco blogger happy hour, and I was thrilled to learn one of my favorite bloggers and biggest inspirations, Amanda Holstein, was going to be there to give free blogging advice--something I find extremely valubale at this stage of developing my blog. Not only is she a brilliant writer, a fashionista, and an overall inspiring figure for women, she is extremely kind. I was the first attendee to arrive (of course), so

I have to be honest with you. It took me a whole month to read Girl at War, and I typically read four books per month. This has absolutely nothing to do with the quality of the work and everything to do with the whirlwind that was my life in August. Between keeping the house pristine for showings, packing up our home up, and moving out to San Francisco, I had little time to indulge in reading, which was quite defeating for me. I thought I'd catch up during the 27-hour trip fr

Ever since I moved to California, I've been stopping, thinking and analyzing a bit more than usual. I've always been an over-thinker, but this is different. I'm taking more time to ponder my surroundings and what it means to truly live each day to the fullest. That's one of the biggest cliches in the book, but I'd be lying if I said I've always lived that way--I definitely have not. I recently experienced something that has forever changed me from the inside out. I wish I cou

Photo via CNN.com If you've paid any amount of attention to the news recently, then you know that Europe is and has been dealing with a major migration crisis. This map gives a nice visual of where the refugees and mirgrants are coming from and where they're going. But first, let's back up. What is a refugee and what is a migrant? Are the words synonymous? Not quite. My good friend Webster defines the words the following ways: 1) refugee: someone who has been forced to leave

I don't know about you, but the end of what is supposed to be a long, relaxing weekend usually leaves me feeling more exhausted than I did on Friday. That could not be more true for me than it is right now. Let me back up. My husband and I left Dallas on Monday, August 31, with our puppy, Pippa, all of our earthly belongings, and high hopes for the new place we would call home. To say I was nervous was an understatement; I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen