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)”

In Which I Talk About Some Extremely Private Parts of Myself that I Guess are Pretty Public Now

Reblogging this one from a few months ago. I reread it today and realized it probably is the post I’m most proud of to date…and I’d like to get it out to a wider audience now that I sort of kind of have one.

It's a Britta Bottle!

Dear Reader,

It’s about to get personal…

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Lessons on Self-Worth from a Dingy Dive Bar

“What are you afraid of?”

The bar was crowded, the music was too loud–overpowering really. Something that was a constant every Thursday night. Regardless of how many people were there, the terrible loudness of the music never changed from week to week.

He leaned in closer, his lips, which moments ago had been on hers, were now a breath away from her ear.

Again.

“What are you afraid of?”

It was playful. Unassuming. She had no reason to fear this question or the man Continue reading “Lessons on Self-Worth from a Dingy Dive Bar”

A Friendship Like No Other

At the beginning, Gabby and Caitlin seemed like an unconventional pair if there ever was one.

They were the fiery Democrat who’s been Ready for Hillary since the day she was born and the lone Conservative in the Democratic section of the Congressional Baseball game. I’ll always remember the day Gabby got up at 3 am do go to Hillary Clinton’s book signing at a nearby Sam’s Club…how she bought a membership (I kid you not) just to get that book signed by her political hero. I’ll never forget Caitlin’s yelps of disappointment among a throng of cheers, as the Democrats scored yet another run.

Gabby didn’t stop talking from the moment we met and Caitlin was Continue reading “A Friendship Like No Other”

The Beauty of Blogging

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how blogging has changed my life.

That’s kind of a big declaration to make about something, I know.

But I’m serious. Blogging has changed my life for the better.

I have grown up a lot in this last year. I’ve matured and have become so much more comfortable in my own skin. Lately, I’ve been having little to no anxiety–of course, it still exists, it still sneaks up on me when I least expect it–but it is so much less severe than it was last year at this time and it Continue reading “The Beauty of Blogging”

Puzzle Pieces

Break ups are funny sometimes.

Despite all the pain and hurt they can cause and have caused, they’re really quite funny.

Well, at least in my experience.

A week and a half ago, I found myself up late in the Seattle hostel my friends and I were staying in during spring break. Here, I was ferociously writing about how much I still hated my ex. Even though I thought I had gotten past that stage ages ago. Granted, I was just a little (okay, Continue reading “Puzzle Pieces”

5 Day Challenge: Day 4

The two figures looked up to the sky, the younger with a tear-stained face, the elder holding a look of wisdom that defied the ages. The elder began to speak–perhaps to the younger, perhaps to simply let the words come out– “In a previous life, I called myself an atheist…but I’ve never liked that word, I’ve never liked identifying as such. There is too much certainty in that word, for this world full of uncertainties. No, I am not an atheist; to this day, I’m not sure what I am, but I do know that I believe in connections. I believe that sometimes things don’t make sense and sometimes you just have to trust yourself, what’s inside. Because you know what? You know yourself better than anyone else does and those gut Continue reading “5 Day Challenge: Day 4”