Stefanie Hurtado

Street Address

Brooklyn, NY

7024800059

Stefanie Hurtado

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May 6, 2013

i'm stefanie*, i was born in las vegas on the 4th of july. i'm a 23-year-old aspiring writer, photographer, life-long traveler, and amateur farmer. and i think you're really pretty.

I'm Stefanie! I'm a New York City filmmaker, photographer, traveler and writer. In love with my best friend.

This is joy, this is summer ✨

ITS MY BIRDDAY 🤫

28 trips around the sun and I still don’t know what to do with my hair 🤷🏻‍♀️ and happy bday America grl! I dressed like the statue of liberty again just for you🗽

Being back in New York City feels so dang good. It def feels like we never even skipped a beat, but also like that 6 month break disproved all the little things we weren’t totally sure about last time.

For instance, I honest to god feel closer to nature in this city than most places I’ve lived (except maybe the Virgin Islands). Sounds crazy, I know, but here’s why: I am CONSTANTLY outside. I get to walk or bike everywhere, all year round. I am forever blown away by how beautiful this city is. I mostly work and shoot video outside. Not to mention I’m surrounded by parks, I see trees beyond every window in my home, I grow herbs on my fire escape, and now (thanks to the L train shutdown 😂) I can walk across the street and be on the water.
I love this place. I love these people. I feel so freaking lucky to call this place home and this time to really know in my bones that there’s nowhere else I’d rather live. #newyorkiloveyou #neverleavingagain

I have one nearly full passport that expired last year, and one new one that is totally empty. It’s been 4 weird years since my last travels abroad.
Before my dad’s diagnosis last July, we had a trip planned to go to Europe together that October. We hadn’t even chosen where yet, but we got the time off work already and were flying standby so it didn’t matter much.
My dad worked for the same airline for 32 loyal years. He took me to Madrid and London for the first time when I was 19 and unveiled the incredible scope of the world. We were very much a working class family, but had this one special super power of free flights. Every single stamp in my book since was thanks to him—his heart and hard work and dedication to a life that allowed me the absurd privilege of absolute freedom, even when I was a broke and directionless college grad.
When dad was laying in the hospital after his first surgery in August he said, “I’m so sorry we can’t go to Europe in October sweetie... Next year!” I scolded him for even apologizing and told him to just focus on getting better. Now next year is almost here and it still blows me away how much it hurts that he’s not with us. I’ve learned that the pain of it never actually gets any lighter. I only get better at not thinking about it so often. A survival muscle that has made my heart a little harder.
Soon, I’m going to fulfill a huge promise I made to my dad in the last moments of his life. It’ll be our final trip together. I’ll share more about it soon.

New favorite thing: walking the Williamsburg bridge and seeing everything all at once. #newyorkiloveyou

Our first sunset on the rooftop we are Never to go on, Except for Emergency. But I would call this sunset something of an emergency, no? With @juliestrain and #nofreakingfilter or edits on any of these 🤭🤯

After a 16 hour drive, a few sleepless nights, a flat tire, a broker who flippantly forgot to make the keys, a lot of rain, and about a hundred iced coffees, we emptied this dumb truck of all of our belongings (cat and plants included) into hopefully one of the last apartments of my life (or at least my 20’s), because I never ever ever want to move again. And damn does it feel good to be home! 🕺🏻🎉❤️ Brooklyn, I love you.

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