On Wanderlust..

A few days ago I posted a status on Facebook posing a very simple question, “When are you at your most happiest?” The responses began to pour in shortly after and some of them were fairly predictable becaScreen Shot 2014-09-08 at 1.04.00 AMuse I’d like to think that I know my friend’s pretty well.

When I initially thought of the question I hadn’t given it a second thought to even answer the question myself. That is until I went to a meeting with my advisor and we briefly discussed our Study Abroad trip to Europe that we went on last May and he brought up how he had noticed how calm I had been throughout the whole trip. That’s when it hit me, I had found my answer to my own question.

I noticed that on my travels my anxiety that usually held me back actually seemed to disappear. I don’t know why or even how, but for some reason getting on my first plane(s) made any and all stress that I may have had previously dissolved. Kind of like the clouds when you get up close to them in an airplane. Even while we were in foreign cities where we couldn’t even read the street signs and had to rely on our wits and minimal wifi coverage to get back to our hotel I seemed to flourish.  Yes, I was still a little nervous and scared, but I wasn’t overcome with crushing anxiety that would have left me in the fetal position in the middle of the sidewalk while passerby looked on in bewilderment.  

Even when I traveled alone to Chicago to stay with a friend last year I was still cool under pressure. So, I guess that I would call that one of my strengths.  I even took a train from one end of town to the other (at night) on my own and made it back to my friend’s house in one piece. So yes, I’m pretty damn fearless these days. 


It’s become apparant to me that I am at my most happiest when I am traveling.


After a quarter of a century in the same place things start to get a little stale, and I’ve noticed that this has unfortunately been happening a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and my fiends, but there’s something inside of me that is practically scratching at my insides to get out. I think that that thing may just be a mix of my wanderlust and need to be somewhere different for awhile.

This summer before I came back to school I got to go to a family cabin in the mountains of Colorado with a bunch of my family members that I don’t see that often. While I was there it was the most relaxing and stress free week of my life. Well, my trip to Europe in May was too, but I wasn’t there that long. I only got to taste crumbs of each place we went to, which is why I’m going back after I graduate college for a vacation/to look for jobs. When I was in Colorado my family and I just relaxed, I mean there was a palpable feeling of relaxation in the air. It could also be from the high altitude or the copious amounts of alcohol that we were all drinking, but either way it was fantastic.

That being said, I need to travel somewhere again. My luggage is starting to look a little lonely in it’s corner.


Study Abroad: Part 2- London, England

I had a really hard time leaving England for a myriad of reasons. One of those being the love of books that England seems to have as compared to America’s lack thereof. On our adventures we happened to come across Waterstones bookstore when we came off of a bus in Picadilly Circus, and it was the best moment of my life. Well, one of them, since this trip seemed to be chock full of them. So without further ado, here comes the barrage of London adventures. 

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Study Abroad: Part 1 Athens, Greece

I’ve been home from Europe for almost three months now and I have only just now started to find the words to write about it. For those that waited with baited breath to hear about my travels, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting for long. I have my reasons.

First and foremost, I was only in most places for three to four days, which for any normal traveler would be optimum time to be able to go out and explore their foreign city- but my group wasn’t a normal one. To say the least; we ran, a LOT and sometimes we missed trains and once even a flight that only half of our group managed to make.

Now. I could be one of those bloggers that just makes this post one that is saturated with pictures of my adventures, but I won’t do that, yet. I will however put a few of my favorite pictures from each place and if anyone wants me to expand on them I will in a later post.

So, here goes: 

Athens, Greece 

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The view from our Conference hotel.  

Coffee & croissants in a cafe next to the Minoa Hotel

The most delicious gyro I’ve ever had. 


En route to the Acropolis. That I walked up to in TOMS. My feet hated me for a day and a half afterwards, but it was worth it. 

The view from the top.


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30 by 30: Revisited

  1. Start a vlog
  2. Meet John Green, (Jo Rowling and Tina Fey) upon reflection these are pretty lofty and unattainable goals
  3. Write a book
  4. Graduate college with honors- I’m trying really hard, but I’m coming to terms that it might not happen and I’m okay with that. I think. However, I’m going to keep trying.  
  5. Live in another country
  6. See the ocean this is happening this summer too!
  7. Have a library of my own
  8. Fall in love
  9. Learn a new language, preferably French, and go somewhere where I can use it.
  10. Travel across Europe this is happening this summer!
  11. Own a cat
  12. Fix my relationship with some of my family members
  13. Move out of Missouri upon graduation- found out where I want it to be, Chicago. 🙂 
  14. Kiss a stranger
  15. Write a screenplay
  16. Become a publicist for a company in Chicago.
  17. Go to a location where a famous movie was shot.
  18. Work in a used bookstore
  19. Do yoga on a regular basis
  20. Make dinner and dessert for someone that I love on Valentine’s Day
  21. Go to VidCon
  22. read all of the books on my bookshelf
  23. Own an iPhone
  24. Roadtrip through the United States
  25. Have an amazing bookshelf like these
  26. See my mom and little brother’s happy
  27. Learn how to walk in heels
  28. Get better at math- I’m working on it. 
  29. Grow out my fingernails
  30. Be happy.

In two months time I’ll be turning 25 years old and about a year or so ago I wrote a list of things that I had hoped to do by 30. These are my accomplishments thus far. What a year it has been and I’m really looking forward to what the next five years have in store for me.

On Chivalry.

Chivalry isn’t dead, not really.

In fact it’s alive and well and here’s how I know.

Tonight at work I covered a shift for a friend and I came in feeling particularly drained thanks to this semester. All of a sudden I hear the distant noises of an acoustic guitar coming from one of the corridors and it was one of my (guy) friends just casually strumming his guitar. You know, how boys do and such.

All of a sudden he sits down next to the chair by my desk and starts to sing a tune that sounds oddly familiar to me but I can’t quite place it, until finally he starts to sing the chorus and I realized that it was Tom Petty’s  “Free Falling”. I don’t think that I’ve ever loved an acoustic cover of a song more than in that minute right then and there.Oh how  wrong I was, because after a short tuning after “Free Falling” he started to sing “Hurt” by Johnny Cash and I more or less melted right then and there since Johnny Cash and Tom Petty are coincidentally two of my favorite artists.

So yes, chivalry is actually alive and well, despite all of the overwhelming evidence against it in today’s ridiculous society. The secret to finding some is to know where to look. I know, I know, it’s a bit of a process. I wasn’t even expecting anything like that to happen to me tonight, but here we are.

However, when/if ever you are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of this rare bird make sure that you mentally photograph every tender moment of it. Remember everything in that moment. Everything from the color of the shirt you were wearing, what the presenter of whatever chivalrous moment you just experienced was wearing and how lucky you are to be in this moment, even if it is purely coincidental or even accidental.

Enjoy these serendipitous moments when they happen to you, because for that moment in time, no matter how long it lasts your life is a movie. Or at the very least a lot like one. Drink in the moments like these because to quote Sarah Louise Delany, “Life is short , and it is up to you to make it sweet”.

So, go forth my lovelies and be chivalrous and sweet and loving to everyone around you because everyone deserves moments like these in their life, even if for a minute.


Losing Touch

In this low context, polychronic day and age the loss of connection is basically the worst thing that can happen to a person. Especially, if that connection is a wifi connection. But when it’s a loss of person-to-person, human connection we all seem to be slightly more okay with it.                                                                                             

ImageWhy do we do this to ourselves? We’re social animals with a strong desire for connection but now it all seems to come from the internet and other forms of social media. Don’t get me wrong, I get a twinge of satisfaction and connection when someone likes a post on my Twitter, Facebook, Instagram or even here on my blog, but something’s missing. It has been for sometime now, I think.

The other day in my Nonverbal Communication we started to discuss the idea of Haptics, which is any form of nonverbal communication involving touch and that’s when it hit me. I’m sorely lacking it. I feel like if my life were being tracked on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs that I’d always be ping ponging between the bottom two, if not the entire thing.

Now, I do realize that being alone and getting to know yourself is an integral part of growing up, and I do make efforts to get out, but being alone and being lonely are two distinctly different things that both need to be handled in their own ways. But it doesn’t make them suck any less.

I just need a good platonic hand hold or a cuddle puddle with friends that lasts all night or something. I’ve gotten way too comfortable in my solitude over the past year and a half or so and I’m not entirely sure how to feel about it either, besides confused and ready for a change.

So what’s a girl gotta do around here to be held for awhile?

You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.
Anne FrankThe Diary of a Young Girl

Just Passing Time While Trying to be an Adult

As the end of the semester draws near by the day, there are literally five more Mondays left in this semester, I feel like this is appropriate to be writing now.


In just a couple of weeks my school is holding it’s annual end of the semester/school year wrap-up festivities and I am not ready for a myriad of reasons. The first of those being that after my trip to Europe for two weeks I have no idea what I’m going to do or where I’m going to live and that’s terrifying. 

I mean, so is the fact that I only have roughly a year and a half left of school since I decided to minor in Sociology, but the passage of time from freshmen year to now has gone uncomfortably fast. As I continue to get older I am one thousand percent sure that things just aren’t going to slow down, or get any easier. 

At the very least I think that one of the best things that I’ve done for myself in between now and then is to set some really great goals for myself. Some of these include but are not limited to; get my GPA up to a 3.0, travel more, start saving for my move to Chicago in three years. Yes, upon graduation I’m giving myself the three years that I have left on my Ventra card that still has some money on it as a promise to myself. Is that weird? If so, well then I’m just a big weirdo. 


I don’t want to grow up.