Somewhere around three weeks ago I mentioned to a friend of mine who I also happened to have never met face-to-face that I might be in her state and um um um well she didn't answer me. Awkward. Somewhere around two weeks ago, she did however answer me and I bought a plane ticket and hyperventilated a lot and wow this post seems too proper already help.
After a really long and crazy week, I got on a plane (and they gave me tea, praise be) and a few hours later found myself hugging and squealing and laughing with the Carlotta Cisternas, who I also get to call one of my dearest friends. Making best friends is something I never expected to do through blogging and Carlotta and I have laughed a lot over what brought us together (talking about Downton Abbey and cats over twitter, it turns out), but whatever happened, I'm so glad it did. I would say my weekend with her and her family was a whirlwind, but while we had some pretty darn funny (and ridiculous) adventures, it was honestly so relaxing and natural and lovely as we
Carlotta's siblings reminded me of my own--J is funny, weird, hipster, and actually the raddest thirteen-year-old you'll ever meet. Meme is precious and sweet and WOW such a beauty and let's be honest, Lilly is a diva and absolutely adorable. They're the cutest little German family ever (especially if you tell her dad that he looks like Hugh Jackman) and they have chickens that will attack you and they make their own yogurt and they get up really early?? and they drink kombucha which I'm now convinced is some sort of cult beverage and they live in an old house from the 1930s that yes, apparently actually does have an extra pair of keys to the guest room, which we found out after breaking into it at 1am.
From swing dancing to sneaking pictures in the museum to eating creeps oops I mean crepes to swapping our hipster music to not getting makeovers in the scary rich old lady store to eating sunflower seeds and wasabi peas at midnight to talking about our mutual friend group (aka other bloggers) to sitting on the front stoop incapacitated by tape and wet polish on our nails to watching Meme dance in the basement of their church to laughing over youtube videos to the many photo-taking-and-editing sessions to providing our own commentary to Elvis movies, everything just clicked. I felt like I'd known Carlotta forever.
Things you may not know about Carlotta: she's really freakin' funny. Her blog is eloquent and beautiful, and she is too, but in real life she's also your archetype awkwardly adorable heroine who also happens to have perfect hair and big dreams about life. She's not shy and she'll make you laugh a lot (especially when taking pictures of you) and what's great is that good heart-to-heart deep conversations come just as easily as the ridiculously hilarious ones. She's wise and thoughtful but not above to talking in hashtags for the entire weekend and exclaiming over photos being "so tumblr." IDK BRO I JUST LIKE YOU A LOT. It's hardest to describe the people you like best, ya know. So let's just leave it at that.
ps--did I mention she's gorgeous. commence setting her up with my brother. oops.