Turns out that girls growing up on the North Shore, in particular in the late 80s, had a mix of Chicago and Valley Girl wrapped into one that was unknowable to us.

On a seemingly normal, albeit frigid day in January, we arrived at Winter Park. As it goes with accidents, we had no way to know that this day would be different.

I have always considered myself stuck in two worlds: the sheep and the non-sheep. A walking contradiction.

I was so overwhelmed by the amount of material items that I chose to leave with none of it.