Well, this has been a while since I have blogged. Honestly, it is really funny to see how things change. Year to year and season to season. Here I am. Nashville, TN. Still an artist, but not in the sense that i was in the past. An artist through my painting and ceramics, yes, i still love it. Do I do it often? No. And that has changed me. Really taught me is a better word. Taught me that when a bird is in a cage it can not soar. I know my life will always involve art.
A doodle on the back of a notecard, or a friendly gift in the form of a ceramic mug. These things I know will always be a part of me. Of the person I am. Nashville. A City that has accepted me for who I am. Now, working a full time job and in college. Pretty busy. Sounds impressive on paper. It is not what I thought it was. It really isn't glamourous at all. A job. Paying for it all. Knowing that it will all be worth it when i step off the plane in Vienna and smell the crisp fall air. So beautiful. A place of art. A place of culture. A place to find myself. Kimberly, so lost. Always has and always will be. Its my mind and my complete soul that aches for a new adventure, but old friends. Being able to sit on the porch with my best friend and have him light up his pipe and tell stories and laugh for hours over memories and honestly, nothing. Long nights and talks that have shaped me to the person I am today. Nights with my best friend where me and her sit and watch movies and eat ice cream just because. Family. We are family, and we love to love. We love to share and laugh and care for each other.
Yes, I may be a couple glasses in, but I feel that no matter where life leads in adventure, there will be people to call home. to love and grow in love. to live a life where we no longer accept the love we think we deserve, but overflow with love. a love that comes when you get a hand-written note, a hug for no reason, or a smile from a stranger. this love is real. And i am writing tonight, sitting, listening to Civil Wars, because I miss the love I was sharing when I created. it makes me sick to think i have stopped. stopped creating. painting abella's nursery last night made me feel at home. home with my soul. the movement of the brush and the paint dancing together and creating a melody of lines on the wall. such a piece of who i am. i love the release it offers me. nothing a glass of wine can give me. pure happiness. pure love and content to know that for a moment the world is quiet.
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