dear wellies,

Seeing you around town on a rainy day is like seeing an old friend: always comforting and full of good memories. I must admit, I put you on every chance I get. Your hunter logo and cool gray color never disappoint. I think of that time you were with me as I climbed to the top of St. Paul's with some of my favorite people. There was also that time in the Lake District on that hike where we ate the famous gingerbread and hung out with Peter Rabbit. And yes, that was the time I fell in the river. I might have trusted you a little too much. But of course, it wasn't your fault. Remember Italy? Salzburg and Prague? In Germany you didn't keep me as warm as I might have liked, but still. You took me to the places of dreams and others things I can't quite describe.

So I suppose this is thank you. Times one million and three. These rainy days are filled with hundreds of only the loveliest of memories thanks to you.

With all sorts of love,

molly jane xo

PS wellies in action

give me a thousand pages.

I'm kind of into traveling.

Partly because it scares me to death.
Partly because it takes me completely out of my element.
And partly because the possibilities are endless.
An endless amount of experiences to expand my mind in ways and through things I can only imagine.
And even then, what I imagine is so different in the best way than what is real.
Than what is out there.

New York City was wonderful. Different than I imagined, but exciting and loud.
I, naturally, preferred the quiet places we found.
The other side of Brooklyn bridge. The High Line. Central Park. Random places we toured on buses and areas we wandered through.
I like artsy stuff and pretty scenes. Fewer people.   

I think that's what is so great about going someplace new.
Finding those quiet spots. In all the chaos.
The moments that make you realize people are just people.
Regardless of where you are.

I really liked those people that talked to us on the subway. And the guy that sang for us at that restaurant. Don't get me started on our tour guides, they were just too much (seriously, so great).

I'm really bad at making decisions and knowing what I want, but one thing I know for sure: I love the uncomfortable feeling I get being somewhere that is just itching to stretch me and begging me to choose and decide. That feeling feels like me growing. And I think I could get used to it.

I think I'll go to New York.

So one fine day (about a month ago) I bought a ticket to New York City. 

I've never been there before, but ever since partying in Europe for four months I've had this longing for such an adventure again. 

You know...big cities, getting lost, that kind of stuff.

And while this is on a (much) smaller scale, I kind of can't wait!

I'm staying with a friend and taking my dear friend, Natalie to explore with me.

We have a number of things we want to do, but not exactly a plan. 

Which I find to be perfect. 

The number one thing on my list?

Breakfast at Tiffany's.

And from there on out, I'm happy to just experience the big apple. 

That's what they call it right?

I just finished school for the summer
and

I'm heading out on the red-eye tonight.
Wish me luck!

and not be acted upon.

"In many of the uncertainties and challenges we encounter in our lives, God requires us to do our best, to act and not be acted upon, and to trust in Him. We may not see angels, hear heavenly voices, or receive overwhelming spiritual impressions. We frequently may press forward hoping and praying—but without absolute assurance—that we are acting in accordance with God’s will. But as we honor our covenants and keep the commandments, as we strive ever more consistently to do good and to become better, we can walk with the confidence that God will guide our steps."

-David A. Bednar 

My dad sent the above quote to me today.

And it was just what I needed, so I thought I'd share. 

I've been thinking.

Pretty soon summer will be gone. 

And although Fall is my favorite, I don't think I'm quite ready for it yet.

I need a little more sun first. 

And a road trip. 

Definitely one of those. 

Any takers?

I signed a contract (officially) to move out in a couple of weeks.

This is kind of a big deal (in case you were wondering). 

And it has almost been a year since I moved to London.

Oh, time.

someday my prince will come.

I feel like I had a million other things to blog about.

(like how I moved to texas. or how I turned 21. or how my brother left on his mission. or how I passed physical science [hallelujah])

But all I can think about...

is how much I love this dress.

She is so classy.

And I thought she looked perfect. The veil is perfect. The lace is perfect. I love it all.

If only I could have been in London to see it. Bummer.

At least there is still hope for me in finding and marrying a prince though...Right??

get's me every time.

This song makes me think of Liverpool. 

(and one of the best weekends ever)

I could listen to his voice forever.

Is it not just outrageously sexy? 

Seriously. I don't think many songs are better than this one.

It has been on repeat at many different points in my life. 

And for some reason, today is one of those days.