Gillespie Street

I had a great little life in Santa Barbara. I have a great little life now too, but they're different. I have changed and grown in so many ways, but it always makes me happy to go back and look through some of my CA memories.

Back a longggg time ago I was accepted to Westmont College, and while I was very (can I bold and underline this word too?) weary of attending a Christian college, I went anyway as soon as I saw the campus. And guys in wetsuits. It was the California lifestyle that beckoned, and I hoped to meet a few cool people along the way. Thank God for Jodie. And Steph. And Jaime. And Julie. And Colleen. And Linnea. And a host of others that helped me ride out my SB existence. The years were crazy and turbulent and fun. I left and came back. But I eventually found my groove (which, thankfully, ended up not involving going out 4+ nights a week to Wildcat until 5am) and my place in the little town and it was good.

I lived on a little house on Gillespie Street, with a few great roommates over about 2 1/2 years. Then I met a boy and he had an aunt who had a house up in Montecito, so I decided to pack up my downtown life and head for the hills where I could rent a nice little studio for $400 while running my budding catering company, Beauty and the Feast.

I moved in on a Sunday, and the house burned down that Thursday. I lost everything, except my car because I was heading to Trader Joe's as the fire started to burn. My computer, my pictures, my music, all my catering stuff, all my clothes (which was so unfortunate thanks to my stint working for Free People and getting a banging 40% discount at Anthro and Urban to boot), my bed frame from 1912, my favorite Frye wedges, vintage Pyrex, and the little stuff like my passport, SS card, etc.

So, when my friend Julie sent a bunch of pictures my way I couldn't help but lose myself in them for awhile. I thought I'd post them on here just for the sake of remembering my fun little existence on Gillespie Street pre-fire.

Our "Get Lucky" party. We played the Dating Game. 

"Stuffing Party". So fun. 

Gillespie House at Thanksgiving. 

This is just funny. For  a lot of reasons. Mostly because I only recognize one male in the picture. And I thinkkkk his name is Justin?

I miss that yellow lamp. And the suitcase/coffee table. And my orange chair. Kate and Chris are looking good though ;). 

Solstice.

Halloween. I was a housewife. 

More Thanksgiving.

Life goes on. Things change. I have a lot of amazing memories from Santa Barbara but have made lots more out here in New York. Sometimes I wish I could travel back in time though. That would be rad.