Well I Guess This is Growing Up

Sometimes I feel like I’ve already outgrown this place. And that doesn’t mean that I don’t love it here or that I am not going to miss it after I graduate. When someone has the audacity to utter the words, “you’re leaving”, it still leaves me feeling like I’ve been stabbed in the chest. But…

The Word “Home” Has a Very Fluid Definition

I’m a North Carolina resident, but I grew up in Jersey, and I spend a considerable amount of my time at school in Delaware. So where’s home? It gets confusing to my friends when I don’t specify. Usually it refers to the general vicinity where a large chunk of my family resides in South Jersey. But once…

I Don’t Want to Sit Still, Look Pretty

When I started my blog, one of the first challenges that I faced was figuring out what to call it. How do you summarize yourself or the goals of your blog in just a few characters? As a natural over thinker, it took a while. I finally settled on one that explains two fundamental aspects of who…

10 Reasons Why A Dog Will Always Be Girl’s Best Friend

1. They watch you grow up. And love you through all of the the spoiled brat years, the awkward middle school phase when your legs are too long but your waist is too skinny for any size pants to fit right, the stressed out high school years when you’re trying to figure out what you’re going to do with…

Blue Grandmom’s Real Name is Noretta

I went home yesterday with the intention of going to the doctor and stopping by my grandmother’s house for a quick visit before heading back to school. I had just visited for an hour on Wednesday when I was in the area, and I have a lot to do before Sunday, when my entire day will be…

Thoughts from the Nebulizer

It’s days like today that I start to realize just how lucky I am and how much I take for granted on a daily basis. Let’s go through my usual routine: Let my alarm go off every five minutes for an hour. Roll out of bed. Throw on some clothes and, if the world is lucky,…

A Reflection on the Fall I Tried To Do It All

I often tell people that each college semester is actually equivalent to a year in regular people time. So much happens. You meet so many new people. You develop new ideas. You become a completely new and improved version of yourself. This past semester has been simultaneously the best and worst semester of my college…

Inhale salt air, exhale stress.

Earlier this semester, I was asked to describe a secret spot of mine that gives me a sense of place. Somewhere I like to escape to in order to think, clear my head, or just get a few minutes of down time. To breathe. Slow down. Naturally, my thoughts went to the places I’ve always…