Friends, family, and rando-subscribers I love dearly,

One year ago I was 10000% certain that I would be in California at this given moment. I’m not, as you may have guessed, I’m in Marshfield, MA at my Dad’s office organizing my student loan information.  One year ago I was straight chillin’ living the life of single girl swag and going on dates strictly for free dinner. Why try? I was moving across the country!

In June I met Ben. Who I loved before I had ever said a word to. Shortly after, my BFF Amanda and I contracted matching anxiety, having yet to have backpacked Europe. We booked a few flights, invited a few friends, and pushed our plans to move to LA back a bit. I told Ben I pushed back my move, and he told me that he’d be willing to move to California with me like the sappy romantic he is/was. Despite how hard I tried– I couldn’t picture him in Los Angeles, and it just didn’t seem logical to ditch my soulmate in pursuit of warmer weather.

I have never wanted to be anything other than the CEO of a company in the fashion industry. Ever. My dress doodles date back to Kindergarten, and my teachers have been calling me “bossy” since about the same time. Career-wise, I always knew I’d thrive in New York. Weather wise, I knew I’d be happiest in California. After spending a year in Australia, I had convinced myself that the only way I’d truly be content was in a place where I could wear shorts in the winter. Last year I protested the snow by not buying snow boots (wtf), this year I made the purchase. I also invested in a (really nice beautiful amazing) J Crew coat. North East, FINE, I’ll stay for a little longer.

This weekend I’m moving to New York City (center of the universe.) The process of deciding where to move has been long and complicated.  The only thing that hasn’t been either long or complicated is my love for Ben, late-night delivery, and unlimited retail options. I’ll be working for a company that connects luxury hotels to celebrity-level hairstylists and makeup artists, which I’m really excited about. Our apartment is in Astoria, the land of Greek Food (baklava mmmmmm.) This move wasn’t part of my plan, but I know that I’m moving to the right place for my career, with the right person, for the right reasons.

I’ve put off writing a post like this, because I graduated 9 months ago, and I’ve had a million plans in between. Empty promises led to distanced friendships, and making an official statement about my move didn’t seem logical. After all, every time I thought I had it together, I changed my mind. Well, with my U-Haul scheduled for pickup this Saturday, I can officially say: I’m relocating to NEW YORK with Ben, for real. I’m really excited, and you can visit if you want.

~See you in the concrete jungle~

Mackenzie

P.S If you know photographers who are looking to expand their portfolios in NYC, introduce us!