
There was a wedding in our building over the summer.
It's an old factory building with a lot of light and equal grime. It's not that its dirty, of course, it was just let go for several decades. In recent years, young and ambitious architects took on a lease and sub-leased the building to several "pioneers" to bring life and love back into this unusual building. It's in Newark, New Jersey too. The subject of many jokes about how nasty Jersey is. The feared place that most suburban kids from Jersey were forbidden to enter, unless you want to get car-jacked or robbed. We moved into this building and city in July of 2006, the year celebrity-politician Cory Booker was inaugurated as Mayor proceeding Sharpe James who led the city for 20 years.
The wedding venue seemed odd for most of the guests who arrived confused and wondering if they were in the right location. The freight elevator had brightly colored balloons tied to the ceiling grid. There was plenty of color in the top floor apartment where the ceremony was taking place. The factory windows were covered with a rainbow of translucent films that let in the setting sunlight at just the right moment. Ryan and Abbey were so happy and we all felt the warm love between them. Their wedding vows were so sweet and I wish I could go back and steal this one: "I will dance with you". Newark and the building seemed so different, they were beautiful for that moment.
Seven years ago when we moved into this place, I could have never imagined there would be this much beauty here. We are searching for a new space now and I have no idea how this will turn out. I like to keep in mind what we signed a lease for in 2006 and the home we've turned that into. This journey was a big reason for why we designed the "You Are Home To Me" card. This was something we'd say to each other when things seemed tough or scary. We left our comfort zone every single day the more we pushed to make this place our home. As I grow and learn more about life I realize that making something your home is something we supply and it's endless if we want it to be.
It's an old factory building with a lot of light and equal grime. It's not that its dirty, of course, it was just let go for several decades. In recent years, young and ambitious architects took on a lease and sub-leased the building to several "pioneers" to bring life and love back into this unusual building. It's in Newark, New Jersey too. The subject of many jokes about how nasty Jersey is. The feared place that most suburban kids from Jersey were forbidden to enter, unless you want to get car-jacked or robbed. We moved into this building and city in July of 2006, the year celebrity-politician Cory Booker was inaugurated as Mayor proceeding Sharpe James who led the city for 20 years.
The wedding venue seemed odd for most of the guests who arrived confused and wondering if they were in the right location. The freight elevator had brightly colored balloons tied to the ceiling grid. There was plenty of color in the top floor apartment where the ceremony was taking place. The factory windows were covered with a rainbow of translucent films that let in the setting sunlight at just the right moment. Ryan and Abbey were so happy and we all felt the warm love between them. Their wedding vows were so sweet and I wish I could go back and steal this one: "I will dance with you". Newark and the building seemed so different, they were beautiful for that moment.
Seven years ago when we moved into this place, I could have never imagined there would be this much beauty here. We are searching for a new space now and I have no idea how this will turn out. I like to keep in mind what we signed a lease for in 2006 and the home we've turned that into. This journey was a big reason for why we designed the "You Are Home To Me" card. This was something we'd say to each other when things seemed tough or scary. We left our comfort zone every single day the more we pushed to make this place our home. As I grow and learn more about life I realize that making something your home is something we supply and it's endless if we want it to be.