White Wedding

Guess what?….

I made a wedding cake! My very first one. It was a group effort. But still it is exciting! My aunt has made countless wedding cakes in her life and she was definitely the leader on this one and I could not be more thankful since I only had a general idea of what to do.

Making a wedding cake is hard work, and then moving it is even scarier. One wrong turn, in our case one wrong turn down a hill, and all your hard work goes out the window. Luckily the cake was saved by a few inches but I still held my breath until the moment the cake was whisked out of the reception and into the kitchen to be cut. Since it was my cousin’s wedding, I was able to enjoy a piece of it!

  
It was an absolutely beautiful wedding and I’m so glad I got to share the day with them!

Now to get ready to make the next one in a few weeks for my other cousin’s wedding! I’m certainly looking forward to my friend’s wedding in October were I can eat cake not made by me, even though I do enjoy it. Everything’s better when someone else makes it for you, right?

xoxo, Hannah

Lately I’ve been dreaming about living in another city for awhile, one where I know no one. A place where I can find myself, find my voice, pursue my dreams.

A few of my friends just recently have done this in their own ways. One moved to North Carolina for grad school and the other moved to Germany. I want to have this confidence and lack of fear that they seem to have. I want to jump right in and do something like this. I am to much of planner to be that spontaneous though. I like to have some sense of what I would be doing, where I will be staying, where I will work. If I was offered a job and had to wait to find a place to live until I actually got there or if I had a place to stay with enough money to sustain me while I looked for a job, I would be able to do it. But not having either and just going is what terrifies me.

I think change is good for everyone and is necessary in our lives, despite people hating it. I believe it helps us all to develop and find our inner voices. If we are constantly surrounded by the same things and the same people day in and day out, how can we evolve? It is easy to get stuck in a rut because we are comfortable and feel safe where we are. But at the same time are we not depriving ourselves of potential success? I’m not saying that I think moving to a new city will change all that we dislike about our lives, but a change in scenery can be the start to something new.

We have to be willing to take risks without knowing the rewards. We need adventure. We need to step outside our comfort zones. At least I know I do, and I have a hunch that I am not alone.

Have any of you just picked up and moved someplace entirely new? If so, how was it? What’s your advice?

xoxo, Hannah