2016: A Reflection

2016, I have decided, will be a year of confidence, of poise, of adventure. It will be putting myself out there in more ways while also continuing to nurture the introvert inside of me. It will be sticking up for myself and chasing after my dreams. It will be blossoming even further into the strong, independent woman I know is inside of me. It will be having faith in my decisions, not doubting what my heart tells me.

 January 3, 2016

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 2016 was a year. On a global scale, many would agree that it sucked.

On a personal level, it sometimes sucked, but it was mostly quite full. If 2015 was the best year of my life thus far (as I’m pretty sure I dubbed it at its close), 2016 has been the most enriching. In many respects, it was a very painful year—particularly in its early months. 2016 was completely losing all sense of self while simultaneously trying my best to live in a foreign country and culture. It was being alone in Thailand on my birthday, with head lice and pneumonia in tow—at the same time. It was striking out independently in search of my place in this world and feeling a lot of uncertainty, anxiety, and doubt along the way.

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It was also leaving these cuties and the joy of teaching them (on the rare occasions when they wanted to be taught) behind, unsuccessfully holding back tears as I left their classrooms for the last time, because the love, kindness, and intellect of children is grossly undervalued and because they taught me so much.

That said, 2016 did have its bright spots: traveling in Europe with an old high school friend; showing my parents around the beautiful country I called home for six months; having no clue what the heck to do with my life post-Thailand, but trusting my gut in Continue reading “2016: A Reflection”

I Remember… (Second Edition)

I remember being in a new place and feeling overwhelmed and homesick and lonely…

…I remember crying in bed because I didn’t know what else to do.

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I remember being with you and feeling…so normal…so right.

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I remember that locale that felt like a home away from home in a foreign place. 

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I remember feeling free…and exhilarated…and on top of the world, on top of life. 

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I remember how I couldn’t stop smiling, until I wasn’t–until tears were splattering down my face. Continue reading “I Remember… (Second Edition)”

It’s My (Blog’s) Birthday!

My birthday’s in March, folks…remember? (yeah, it’s okay if you don’t)

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I registered for WordPress in May of 2014.

May 27 to be exact.

That’s when I started the blog that would carry me through my summer as a Smithsonian intern in Washington D.C…

…but that internship only lasted eight weeks. And I hardly thought it was appropriate to carry on a blog entitled “2 Massachusetts Ave., N.E.” (a.k.a the street address of the National Postal Museum) past the summer of 2014.

With the end of my summer, and the blog that went along with it, I found myself asking what I should do next with this blogging business…

See, I had a blog on Blogger, already. I initially decided to try WordPress out for my internship blog because I was curious…some of my Facebook friends were using WordPress for their blogs and I really was just so curious. Admittedly, I toyed with using it for my first blog, but was for some reason a little intimidated by it, which is why I chose Blogger instead. In the weeks leading up to the beginning of my internship, I decided I wanted to make a blog specifically to document my experiences living in D.C. So, given that I was curious about WordPress, I put my intimidation past me and signed up. I soon discovered that this WordPress place seemed pretty Continue reading “It’s My (Blog’s) Birthday!”

A Steam Tunnels Story

I’ve been in the steam tunnels twice.

The first time I was too anxious to get more than a few steps.

The second time, I made it all the way to the legendary corridor where students have left their mark for years. Finally, as a day old alum, I signed the wall.

Better late than never!

So says my contribution to the wall. It was a long time coming, after all. It was something I had been hoping to do for ages.

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I had first heard about the tunnels at the beginning of my sophomore year of college, during Community Advisor training (or, Resident Assistant for all y’all more familiar with the more common term…if you don’t even know what Continue reading “A Steam Tunnels Story”

Free Stylin

I was nominated by Akanksha for the Free Style Writing Challenge. Here’s her post regarding the challenge.

This is an exciting challenge where you are given a topic to free write about…it is strictly free writing! NO EDITING ALLOWED! I’m always on the fence about accepting nominations of any sort (I have at least two posts that have been sitting in my draft folder for ages regarding awards), but this seemed really cool. Free writing is such a release and I think it’s a great exercise to share on the blog. Honestly, it makes me feel a bit vulnerable posting something that hasn’t been edited at all (oh my god, that sounds terrible; oh my god, their going to think I’m an idiot for writing that). But hey, we spend so much time trying to keep our guard up in this world that we forget vulnerability is a good thing sometimes. It is through vulnerability that we can allow ourselves space to grow.

Anywho, I was hesitant to nominate anyone for this…I didn’t for the last challenge I participated in.

However, I think I will this time. I’m curious to see what other people will do with Continue reading “Free Stylin”

The End (Or, the Beginning of the Rest of My Life)

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. — A.A. Milne

Have you ever asked yourself why you love something?

One of my friends asked me this the other day and I didn’t really know how to answer.

“Er…it’s really complicated, how do I even begin to explain?”

But really?

As I prepare to graduate today, I can’t help but ask myself all the reasons I love Morris. It’s a common string of words for me to say these days. I’ve said it plenty of times here on the blog. “I love this place so much. I’m going to miss it.”

But why? Why do I love this place so much? What is that it I’m going to miss?

Sure, it’s a beautiful place. As a prospective student, I fell in love with this campus Continue reading “The End (Or, the Beginning of the Rest of My Life)”