Obsessing Over The Tampa Move

Me in dust pink retro dress

Dress ($40) / Heels ($27) One time as a teen, I was ranting and rambling about something I reallyreallyreally wanted (no idea what) and my Dad finally turned to me and said calmly and deliberately, without addressing whether or not I had any shot at getting whatever permission/item I wanted, “Maya, you have the ability to obsess like no other.”

Retirement of a Dream

Retiring from a Dream | Maya UnMarketed

It started with a nudge from Stephen about four months ago. “Do you have a cutoff?” he asked gently. “You’ve been at this for awhile now and you’re still not making a real income from it. Do you have an estimate of when you’ll want to move on? You have so many other gifts and talents. There is just so much left to chance in the fashion industry.”

Late-Twenties Transitioning

Box of raisins in hand, looking for new dreams

When Stephen turned twenty-seven (about a year and a half ago) we got into a fight. Not on his actual birthday, but during one of the weeks leading up to it. I was nagging him to be more serious about Life Things now that he was almost in his *late* twenties instead of mid-twenties, and he was insisting that twenty-seven still counted as “mid-twenties” and your late twenties began at twenty-eight.

Why I Left a Piece of My Heart in Milan

Model apartment roses

Hello dear readers, Today I wanted to share a piece I wrote just shy of two years ago, right after coming back from Milan. I originally published it on my old blog and deleted it the next day–I wasn’t ready to share this much of myself. Two years (and lots of over-sharing!) later, here it is. I probably should have done something cute like share it on the exact anniversary of my return to San Francisco, but I felt strongly compelled to share it today.

Quality Vs. Quantity

Wearing a simple back outfit and red lip

Growing up, my dad was a minimalist and always gave little lectures on having few material belongings that you need, treasure, and take care of. He preached this way of life so often that my sister and I jokingly called it “Sermon Number One.” 

Trying Not to Kiss the Man of My Dreams // A Love Story

Couple smiling

I’ve been trying to write about Stephen since before April 9th. I wanted to write him a birthday post, but writing about him gets overwhelming. As I said way back in the post of our wedding video, trying to put our love story or my feelings for him into words is a bit like trying to recreate the Mona Lisa with a 12-pack of Crayolas. I never feel like I’m doing him or our love story justice.

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