For my first blog post, I thought it would be appropriate to reflect briefly on how my experiences in the past year or so have led up to this moment. I’m writing now from the comfort of my parents’ beautiful home in Monterey, California, almost 3,000 miles away from the responsibilities I temporarily abandoned in New York City. My job, my boyfriend, my apartment, my 2 cats, are all, for the moment, far out of sight, although certainly not out of mind.
About a month ago, I made a rather impulsive decision to book a flight to California, even though it meant using up the last of my meager vacation time and vexing my boss. I was able to book the flight through my credit card rewards program, which made it essentially free and impossible to resist. My reason for coming out here? I guess I was a bit desperate for an escape of sorts–I saw an opportunity in the form of Labor Day weekend, and I seized it.
All-in-all, the 16 months that I’ve lived in NYC have been pretty solid–there have been both momentous ups (becoming financially independent; moving into my first apartment) and downs (namely the tragic and unexpected death of my kitten, Luna). I have a loving boyfriend, 2 sweet cats (whom I adopted to help fill the horrible gap left by Luna), a decrepit yet livable apartment in a nice Brooklyn neighborhood, and a steady income. Yet something is missing. I don’t feel fulfilled. My job is uninspiring, and when I think about how much time I spend on my commute each week (about 10 hours), my head starts to whirl.
But I didn’t create this blog as a place to vent and complain, although I do believe there is some value in sharing your frustrations with others and letting off steam. I created this blog because I need an outlet to share my ideas and inspiration. Despite feeling stifled by the day-to-day grind, I always take time to dream and imagine–if I didn’t, I’d go crazy. I want to take these dreams and imaginings–about fashion, beauty, art, travel, lifestyle–and create something. So here I am.
The name “Steph of the Sea” popped into my head sort of spontaneously, as many of my ideas tend to do, and just stuck. My reasoning behind it, to quote a line from my personal diary from September, 2013, is quite simple: “The ocean is the source of all life, and it is the source of all my inspiration.”