Somebody pinch me! It is only 82 days to Christmas and a few more to the new year! Where is time going? What is the rush? I feel like I have barely maxed out this year. I however, can say that I am not the same person that started this year. I am different in many ways so, good ways. I have learned and loved, I have grown and gone, its me , just a different version.

Same year, new month, newer me, HELLO OCTOBER!

Guys, guys, guys, I KNOW. I know I have been quiet on here and my love notes have been scarce. #Adulting has been real and I have just been trying to sort everything out. I have been taking each day at a time and things are slowly falling into place. Slowly but surely….

I hope you had a chance to read yesterday’s post and have 1 less pint of blood in your body if you know what I mean. You will regenerate it anyway, so why fret?

Soo…I came across this question tag on facebook and I thought it would be fun to do on here as a peace offering for going silent on you.

Apology accepted? Yes, no, maybe? lol

Okay, here we go fam 🙂


Why not #TembeaKenya to a county you have never been to? A weekend away with friends, good food, laughter, love and a whole lot of new memories?

My thirst for travel is real and I think I am rubbing it off on my friends. I can’t seem to sit still and after Ethiopia, I still felt like I was not done. I was not “balling” enough to travel out of the country but I needed to scratch. I was itching for new adventure, new lands, I was itching to travel.

I reached out to my friend Vanessa and laid it down for her, there were no options, it was Travel or Travel. I got the ball rolling and she got the plans in place. Nyandarua county was not ready for the 10 eager young adults coming it’s way.

Only though, WE were NOT ready for Nyandarua county!!!


There is something about the fact that, today is the first day of the month that just happens to land on the first working day of the week, that has me in all good spirits and positive vibes. I also have to give it to the weather for sparing us with the cold and just serving us with all kinds of warmth and goodness.



You see the thing about growing up is that the seasons become more apparent, more real. They are noticeable and now all of a sudden carry great meaning. You begin to get invites for different occasions and many a times the invitation is addressed to you and not your parents.

You are well past the age where you attend weddings of your parents’ friends or funerals of third generation uncles and aunts you probably never met. You are past the age where you were dragged to baby showers and 1st year birthday parties of children you don’t even know.

Everything changes.