I'm like a ghost, I have nothing but myself and potential.

Model Daul Kim died yesterday. Speculations are that she committed suicide. What a beautiful and complicated soul. I followed her blog, I Like to Fork Myself, during my time in Paris. She was a brilliant writer, offering honesty and transparency on a fashion blog. Daul was candid about her feelings of loneliness while traveling, and I always felt connected to her for this reason.

RIP, Daul. I hope that she is in peace now.

Nomadic notions and the chains on my feet

Somehow I'm back in the States, avoiding complacency and trying to view my city from virgin eyes. I'm trying not to get bored here, even though I feel like this city can be a bubble and a black hole. I never thought that I was running away during my travels, but sort of assumed that I was moving forward and always seeking. Sometimes being back makes me wonder if I am in fact escaping a little bit of the transparency that comes with being "home".

I'm utopic in my thinking and expect that each new city may actually hold what I need - from the perfect urban landscape to people who I'll "get". And many of them do hold these things, but I get bored after a few months and begin to wonder if there's a better option out there. I think I'm also fueled by the anticipation of travel, the mysteries that are behind cities with names like Beirut, Istanbul, Tokyo... Travel is my natural high.

Anyway, I've got the itch to move, and unfortunately that's not really an option right now. So I'm setting off on a new adventure that may be more challenging than moving to some country where I don't speak the language or know another soul... Being still and creative even in Austin.

I'll be working on my jewelry and styling and writing about Austin for a travel site, Trip Vine, that's set to launch on November 12. And although this blog may not be documenting travels for now, I'm going to try to take some trips throughout Texas, to some small-ass trippy towns, so be expecting pics at some point.