Dressing up my walls back when I was traveling for modeling never happened. I moved from apartment to apartment, often on short-term leases. It seemed like a big waste of nails since I would have to just take it all down again. I had only a few pictures in frames that I kept near my futon. That’s how I did things back then. It wasn’t until I purchased my first condo when I was 22, that I finally hung art on the wall. It was just one piece, a large vintage Vogue print of a girl in a black full piece swimsuit, a bathing cap, holding a big red ball. Unfortunately for the six years I owned that sweet one bedroom in South Beach, I hardly really got to enjoy it. I was flying all over the world, never knowing where I would be from one week to the next. It felt like a rest stop more than a home. It was sad really. When I sold that condo, I felt regret that I never got to really know it better.
It took me two years to find this loft we live in now. I felt extra picky the second time around when I went house shopping. Windy city Chicago, I was coming home to stay, and I knew work would be trying to pull me back from my plan. New York, Miami…I love you, but I don’t want to marry you. I kept my focus, I knew where I wanted to be.
Skipping ahead, I finally met Michael, the one. We fell head over heals for each other, and to this day we are pretty inseparable. Except for the fact that he’s the traveler in the family now, and I get to find out what it feels like to be left behind. I like that the tables are turned, but I miss him terribly. When he’s out-of-town I find myself gazing at the pictures on the walls more. I think about how my life has changed and how I prayed so hard for it to. I’m happier now, because I don’t feel like my home is just temporary. I won’t be picking up and moving for work anymore, and it’s a wonderful feeling. My gypsy days are far behind me. I can sip my coffee in my kitchen and look at our wedding pictures and baby pictures of Zoë with our pug in a basket. I especially love the photo of me pregnant we have up, Michael is kneeling down kissing my very round belly, it was taken just two weeks before Zoë was born. It’s a pretty black and white image we had set up our camera to take, we are backlit with a flood of light, creating a beautiful silhouette of us.
It has been nine years now in this loft…or is it ten? The sweet memories that have been made are priceless. This is our home. There’s empty walls still needing attention, and I daydream now about the possibilities. I tend to hang pictures on the walls when something special is happening in our lives. I think it’s time to hang some art… The something this time is kinda simple, just turning a corner.