June 2012
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May 2012
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April 2012
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and the world spins madly on
This week in Boston was overwhelming. Everyone is on the brink of being done, and in a lot of ways so am I. Boston, Emerson, was a perfect fit for me. I can leave saying that I have nothing but love for it. What a four years it has been. Cheers to the night dancing in the reflective pool of the Christian Science Center the night Obama was elected President of the United States. Cheers to PRow,...
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“So I tried to make dinner tonight and obviously failed. I was trying to open a...”
– Taylor Templeton
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“Don’t quit. There will be times you want to, but if you stay, you’ll...”
– A stranger I met on the red line yesterday, explaining the secret to 30 years of marriage.
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Obligatory Book Post
So in order to cleanse myself of my most recent reading patterns coughHungerGamescoughFiftyShadesGETOVERITIWILLNOTAPOLOGIZE, I’ve decided to read at least 10 legitimate pieces of literature before I indulge in another trashy book. But when I do, it will be White Girl Problems, unless Betches Love This comes out with a novel by then. So I go for Brave New World. Safe bet. No one can scoff at...
Whiskey, Mystics and Men
Almost everywhere I look, people in my life who I love are going through something difficult or scary or unknown. Graduation is around the corner, and with it comes fear of whatever it is that comes next. Luckily, I have had some time to already freak the fuck out about this and now be in state of numb denial. I’ve already done the job-immediately-jk-leave-the-country-no-wait-but routine and...
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On Ducks and Hope
About three years ago, Hannah and I sat on the dock in the Boston Public Gardens on Yom Kippur. Maybe it was a form of prayer.
Almost a year before that, I met a boy named Milos. The most stunning human being I ever saw, we fell in love easily, spent nights deconstructing freedom and The Doors to the backdrop of bonfires. We were reborn in that summer. We were yelled at by waitstaff for feeding...
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When in doubt
Eminem.
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The (un)ravelling of everything
The last two months of my life have been a mix of pure fun and paralyzing anxiety. I left Emerson with a banging GPA and great expectations, a vision of what the next step would look like. Needless to say that perfect picture collapsed onto itself very quickly. I should know by now to expect anything but what I think I want. Things usually work out much different and oftentimes unfathomably better...
March 2012
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In a wild surge of motivation
I tried yoga for the first time yesterday. The addict in me decided no, I do not need beginners yoga. Since I have basically had zero exercise for the last 22 years of my life, I think I am more equipped to start with a 90 minute hot yoga class. Needless to say I a) cannot stand up straight without audible moans of pain and b) am going again tomorrow.
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Ode to Casey (Casey titled this post)
I want to start this post with something like, “everyone has that friend who…” but I don’t think that applies here. The absolute ridiculousness of it, and the need to write this post, came this morning (coughafternooncough3pm) when we got ready to run errands and emerged from our lairs wearing the same thing. Standard procedure. I don’t know why this particular time...
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Like the surface of the moon
I love when writing is a comfort, that was my earliest experience with it. Writing because it helped everything make sense, to take it out of my head and put it somewhere else, to understand and to be understood. This never left me, if it had, I wouldn’t be pursuing it as a career. Then came the term papers, the scrambling to finish the 15 page academic essay and it’s 4 in the morning...
Wandering
I’ve been negligent of this blog for the last 2ish weeks. Sorry to all of my loyal readers! (joke). I am back from Asia, the tan has effectively faded and all evidence of being semi-fit has been lost to the miserable East Coast winter where all I want to do is lay in bed and watch TV reruns and eat. Sorry not sorry, Entourage is just as good the 4th time around. I returned two weeks early...
February 2012
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I have been meaning to write and will soon, but in the meantime follow my two best friends’ journeys as they make their way south down Vietnam. Looks amazing!
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Return, return
I am going home. Clocking in 36 hours of travel. Chicago is not as cold as its supposed to be.
This trip differed from my expectations in so many ways. I know myself better and different. I love these girls more than I ever thought possible. The kind of love that only makes sense when you see someone bleed trough your own wounds. I’ve seen unbelievable beauty, kissed the trunk of an...
January 2012
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Today I met a man who is traveling with his best friend and their wives. He was here 45 years ago, a Vietnam veteran, and returned to redefine what this place means to him. Maybe it wasn’t all for nothing then, he said to me. It brought tears to my eyes.
Bowling Alley Revelations
Last night, I fell in love with someone’s story. A boy name Andy from England, he is my age. Immediately after graduating, he moved to South Africa for 8 months to live and work, propelled by nothing else but a lifelong fascination. Afterwards he spent another 3 months in Kenya and Tanzania, distributing food packages through a church organization. I wanted to help people, is what he says.
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Sabaidee
Today, Casey and Madison went kayaking with the boys we met and I hung back in favor of exploring the city a bit more. Let’s be honest, these arms are not made for paddling. I left our hostel this morning with no aim and no goal, and it turned out to be one of the most wonderful days. The weather is hot but not overbearing, and by the river it is perfect, the kind of warm I daydream about...
