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I'm Tara.

I'm just a silly little girl who likes to go places and tell her silly little stories.

SLK documents the adventures I've had across 5 continents & who I've become on my journeys. 

You can read my full story here!

journal // who needs a love story?

journal // who needs a love story?

I've written previously that I have felt a shift in myself over the last year. A breeze keeps pushing me to share less of my private life. Looking at this blog's roots {cringe}, that shift is evident. The truth is, however, that part what makes this blog what it is is that it has documented as much of my coming into my own as it has my trips across this big planet. So, armed with my laptop and {multiple cups of} coffee, I began to write out this year's love anecdote. 

Last year I shared the story of my favourite Valentine's Day. This year, I contemplated sharing my awkward first kiss. I drafted the time a boy bought me flowers on my birthday in a country where you're lucky to find clean drinking water. I wrote and then deleted a post about making kumara fries and watching Master Chef in an Auckland apartment where I felt so safe. I typed 1500 words in 15 minutes about a very special Christmas Eve night. I wrote about the two very different times I have been in love. 

Ultimately, I sat listening to Vance Joy looking at a blank screen. 

my hands look like the BFG's here and it cracks me the eff up

my hands look like the BFG's here and it cracks me the eff up

I brainstormed out loud with my best friend over Skype. My mother encouraged me to share a story in true SLK fashion that felt authentic without being too intimate. Cullen almost had me convinced to write about how he was my first college crush {ha!}. Scott {from Wisconsin} and I e-mailed back and forth about the time we pretended to be newlyweds to get free Champagne on an Air New Zealand flight. 

But I went home and worked on my vision board for a graphic design project I recently got asked to be a part of, procrastinating writing this post even further. I even watched a hair tutorial on a blog I was lucky to be featured on a few years back, anything to keep me from having to write. I bought an obnoxious balloon, posed with the obnoxious balloon, mailed my Valentine's Day cards...and still nothing.

Then, my special song came on. The song I share with only one other person on a planet of 7 billion and all of the sudden I knew what I needed to say. 

Every year around this day of teddy bears {eww} and flowers {yes please}, people seem to shrug off the importance of love. And love is fucking important. The 'who needs a love story?' attitude is so boring because the answer is: EVERY. ONE. 

Everyone needs a love story. 'Playing it cool' gets nobody anywhere. You have to pursue the things you love with fearlessness. Everything I've ever wanted to do or have in my life-- traveling the world, marking items off my bucket list, running competitively, getting published, helping under-served communities, maintaining meaningful relationships-- would never have manifested if I hadn't pursued them and loved the mother-freakin'-shit out of them. 

Let's agree that Valentine's Day is a consumerist 'holiday' while also considering that love doesn't solely exist in the form of two people dating. Friendships, your job, and everything else that comes with life requires love of some kind or it's rendered absolutely pointless. You should have a love affair with your own life and that's the honest truth, cheesy as it is. And I love the shit outta mine. 

Happy Valentine's Day to my people. You all are the loves of my life. And, hey, strum a guitar if you have one. For me, k? xx

mas tacos, mas amigos

mas tacos, mas amigos

brunch guide // Charlotte

brunch guide // Charlotte