4 years ago my father passed away. 4 years ago I lost a part of me that I won't get back. 4 years ago I realized how precious life is. I miss him very much and know that he would be very proud of me today. Every year I read a letter he wrote me for my 17th birthday. Every year I cry but I know it's worth it. I will end with I love you because I never had the chance to say it.
Practicing Interior Designer living + working in Chicago by way of Houston, TX. Curiously wanting to experience and see new things and rediscover the old. Observer of life & design. Constantly collecting information, touching and photographing things. This is where I share inspiration with others. If you see me, stop me and say hello.