I was reading Annebeth's blog the other day and she struck on something that I've been feeling for weeks, or maybe even months and its that I'm having a bit of a crisis. She calls it an existential (style)crisis, for me however its more a crisis of identity. My life drastically changed and very quickly, but now I'm not really sure who I am in this life I whipped up into reality. Who am I sitting here in my own apartment? I'm listening to the rain and relishing in the sound every passing car makes because it reminds me of the street noise from home. Surprisingly where I am in NYC is quieter than my main-road house on Long Island. I'm a bit homesick at this time of night.
To quote Annebeth, "What do I want to take in and what do I throw out."
That right there says a lot more about life than whats in my closet. Funnily enough, its manifesting itself exactly as it sounds. An overwhelming dissatisfaction with my clothes and who they represent is driving me a little crazy is a pretty good example of me having an identity crisis. I have a style blog for crying out loud and I have no idea what my style is right now because I'm not even sure who I am. The transition to a new job and new home were quick and my emotions, feelings, outlook and style reflective of myself are taking a bit longer to catch up.
And so, I wear things on repeat. Comfortable, simple outfits that are work appropriate and made up mostly of classics and staples. Like my apartment and job, those clothes are just the pieces of a foundation for my life going forward. What do I take in, or throw out?