there once was a girl named alaina.

and for two and a half years, this is where she worked. created. wrote. laughed. cried. fought. felt weak. felt strong. gave up. persevered.

she'd work long hours, often late into the night. listening to damien rice and mumford and sons. sipping diet coke or wine. and dreaming up the next best thing.

first there was this blog.
then there was the magazine.
then came the freelance gigs, the trips, the networking. all building to something more she couldn't have imagined...

then, at least for her, the next best thing really did happened. and is still happening.


you could say this is where she made all her dreams come true.

but now the time has come for her to move on. to the next step: a new home, with a new love, and a new office from which to dream.

so today she writes to you from this room.

same desk, same chair, same imac. same motto "live what you love" in sight.

she sincerely hopes you'll continue on with her in her journey, even if the posts are fewer and farther in between. she promises it will be fun.

happy weekend.