Returning to Your College Town (There and Back Again: Part 1)

Returning to Your College Town (There and Back Again: Part 1)

It’s strange to walk the streets of a place/city you’ve once lived in, grown in, cried in, and thrived in. It’s strange because you remember exactly what it felt like, what the routine of sounds and sights consisted of, and how familiar it all became during your time there. You remember the exact shade of yellow all the license plates were, and you remember the old smell of the library and the chiming tone of the elevator in your best friend’s halls when the doors opened. You remember how wobbly the buses were and exactly what the raindrops felt like while you waited for that bus to arrive. Continue reading

One Step Forward After Finishing My Degree

One Step Forward After Finishing My Degree

So here I am. One day after turning in my dissertation, my final project for university, and it’s been relaxing. I’ve done all the things I’ve wished I could do back when I had to be studying and writing, and it’s been just one day and I’m already sick of it. Continue reading

The Good Rainy Days – 2016 Olympics

The Good Rainy Days – 2016 Olympics

The Salt Compass Madeleine Hagan 2016 Olympics Inkheart
Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

It’s just one of those days again. An Inkheart day. That’s my rainy day go-to book, but only the good rainy days, mind you. And by good rainy days I mean the kind of days described in the opening chapter of that book. Something about it has a folded up mix of warmth and comfort, yet excitement (like an adventure could not be too far away) rolling off the pages in waves as Meggie looks up from the book she keeps under her pillow and sees Dustfinger standing outside in the rain.

It’s hot and humid outside today with rain falling in sheets that make that funny sound on Continue reading

Don’t Blink

Don’t Blink

Time. Sometimes I wish it would pass faster than it does. Like when I miss people or places and can’t wait to return to them. Or when I’m looking forward to something that will happen too far in advance, like moving into a new house later this fall. I just wish time would move quicker, so I can get to that point faster, see the people I miss now. Continue reading