“622”
I’m still not fully able to fully process this, nor has my body caught up that this chapter closed this weekend. I’ll probably miss some things I wanted to say but regardless, I want to just acknowledge this while it’s still tender and real.
It’s strange to trace this all the way back to 2022. I was in London for a dance job when Cathrine emailed me and brought the idea of opening a space in Orange County. We started talking shop about what LMNL was before it became LMNL. Long conversations about the “what if’s”, about what spaces should be, about belonging, about dreams we thought we’d already lived and lost. At that point in my life, the idea of building something like LMNL felt impossibly far away. Like it belonged to a different version of me I wasn’t yet.
And somehow, email after email, talk after talk, day after day, it became real.
When I think of the space, I keep returning to the quiet moments. Being alone in the space. Turning the lights on and off for open and close. Sitting, laying, on the floor after everyone left, hearing what the space had to say. LMNL became a home for me in ways I didn’t expect but needed—I started my days there, and I ended them there. I think about my family walking through it—alongside Voyage—after such a difficult year then, all I really wanted was a chance to do something good.
(Continued 👇🏽)