ten facts that about yours truly-
- I have an obsession with pine trees. No, really.
- The only song I can rap is Bellybutton from Silly Songs with Larry (Veggietales, anyone?)
- I can go from a week of zero makeup to the next week wanting to be a MAC makeup artist.
- Someday I want to be a yoga master.
- Freshman year of college, I had a huge crush on a redhead who I had never met. I’m now dating that redhead and he’s my best friend.
- One time, Pinterest emailed me asking me to test out their new website before the rest of users. I took that as a signal that I was pinning far too much and went on a ‘pinterest diet’.
- I’d like to think that I’m secretly Lorelai from Gilmore Girls.
- The only color in my wardrobe is red. The rest are neutrals & stripes.
- I’ve never understood the point of jeans that aren’t ripped.
- I don’t believe in small talk.
I hope you all had a fabulous Monday!
This summer, I didn’t have a whole lot of time to do my very favorite thing: plan & stress about needing to plan.
Between meeting countless new people every day, listening to their story and helping with whatever they needed-I had little to no time to plan or think about my own story. Since I’ve been home, I have had more space to breathe and think without too many outside interruptions. At the end of last semester, I had what seemed like countless big decisions that were coming fast and hard. I was scared. But then the summer came, and I had no time to dwell on these big decisions and even less time to worry about them. They got put on the back burner where they stayed until this last week. I decided to sit down and write my thoughts out about them today.
For much too long, I had been almost cowering from coming to a final decision regarding matters. I was and am scared about what people will think of me. I’m scared to take a leap of faith and do what I know will make me a happier and more content person in the end. I was reading Hannah Brencher’s If You Find this Letter this afternoon and digesting what she had to say. I kept thinking, ‘She has done so much & impacted so many people! Why can’t I seem to do that?’–and it hit me. She was doing what she was called to do and was happy with what she was doing. She overcame her fear of what people may think of her and she just did what she was supposed to do.
So. While I don’t want to talk about the big leap I took today, I just want to tell you that I did it.
This summer was one that was full of go, go, go and do, do, do. There was constant communication about game plans, meeting times and who to look out for for recruiting at different meetings. When done at a certain location, we would hop into the van and drive off to our next stop. Sunday afternoon naps were few and far between and even on off-days, I couldn’t fully relax because well, hotel rooms just don’t have the same relaxing atmosphere that my room at home does.
I had big plans for when I was home. Insanity every day, juice detoxes, and some serious thrift store shopping were all in the when-I’m-home schemes. Have I done any of that yet? Of course not. Let’s be honest. All I’ve really accomplished has been setting a new record for amounts of chick flicks watched and quality time in my oh-so-comfy bed. And when I’m not doing that, I’m probably day dreaming about being back in that oh-so-comfy bed. Hannah Brencher’s If You Find this Letter has kept my brain in at least some of its functionality (if you haven’t read it, forget this post, go read that book) and my three cups of morning coffee have kept my metabolism up and running (these are times when I wish I had Lily’s Linus from How I Met Your Mother–but for coffee, of course).
I could act like I was actually getting all my big plans for being home in order but I could also be 100% honest with you readers and confess my true laziness since being home. I could beat myself up for being this way when I had so much I wanted to accomplish but I could also allow myself to get the rest my body needs from a hectic summer and preparing for an even more hectic fall semester. I promise, I’ll get my act together this coming week…but for now: 500 Days of Summer, anyone?
It would take days-no, months- to record and give justice to all that has gone on since I last wrote on Dear Rainy Days. I haven’t stopped writing though, it simply has been in a different format, i.e. my journal. The thought to continue writing here occurred to me several times over the past couple of years but every time I sat down to write, I either felt like I had too little or too much to say and didn’t have the energy to figure it all out. I guess it was laziness on my part-or, I could be kind to myself and attribute it to a two year writer’s block. We’ll go with that.
Since I last wrote: I finished my sophomore year of college, moved to a new house, and went on a tour of the Midwest that was life-changing. I started drinking black coffee and will never be able to go back, I have a new cat, made new and dear friends while reconnecting with old ones, and my family is currently spread out in four different states of the country. Life has been anything but uneventful. I wish I could say everything I want to say about the past two years but to do so would require more time than I currently have.
College in Florida has been the stuff dreams are made of. Granted, the humidity is not my best friend (in March, we had a week of 100% humidity complete with 24/7 drizzling in which my hair decided its spirit animal was a drowned rat) and I may or may not have had sun poisoning once from one too many beach trips in one weekend–but over all, the experience has been one I wouldn’t trade for the world. Sophomore year was hard-Organic Chemistry truly is the beast everyone makes it out to be and Anatomy & Physiology is jam-packed with terms that seem impossible to learn in such a short amount of time. But I loved it. I loved the late night study sessions with my roommates and I loved the Monday morning runs, where I did my best to clear my head before a week that was sure to be crazier than the one before.
My parents moved to a new house the day after I got back from touring the Midwest. While the house isn’t too far from our previous one, it’s a complete change for the whole family. I love seeing my parents so happy with the new change.
I toured the Midwest on a representative team for my school in Florida. It was an 11.5 week tour complete with some of the craziest and most amazing times of my life. We started out just being seven people chosen to sing together for three months and ended tour being a family that had stuck together through thick and thin. From the sticky heat of Louisiana to wooden cabins in the Montana mountains, no experience was the same. I will forever be grateful for the opportunity to see so much of this country!
Well, that is all I have time to write for now. I will do my best to not go on another two-year hiatus before the next post.
Till next time,
Phew. This week flew by! My classes are going great and I’ve kept very busy with homework and such. I feel bad that I’ve neglected the blog so much but I have literally not had time.
This evening, I’m sitting outside at the Drowsy Poet, writing this. The Florida weather has cooled down a little bit, although not quite to the point that I would like it. I’m hoping that soon it will though!
The Smiths are playing and I’m perfectly content.
Next week, I’ll post some pictures of life here. Be sure to look for it!
She’s on campus, folks. And absolutely loving it.
It’s crazy hot and humid but my friends and I make up for that with plenty of tanning and swimming when we get the chance. We’re trying to take advantage of the free time we have now before classes go into full swing. Aandd that’s another topic. CLASSES. I love them. I have an 8am chemistry class that makes getting up in the morning worth it. My professor’s first words in the class were ‘This is the class that will determine whether or not you’re supposed to be in your field of choice.’ Yay me. It scared me but challenged me. I will come out as the conqueror in this class. 😉
I love my roommates. One has a Keurig and one has a fridge. What more could I want?
I’ve been trying really hard not to get super involved in everything because I don’t want to get overwhelmed during the middle of the semester but it’s so hard! I love being involved in everything. Lately, I’ve been searching all bulletin boards for play auditions because well, I love drama.
Interesting fact of the week: I think I’m the only female Freshman Pre-Med major on this campus. So far.
I’m currently at a little coffee shop outside of campus called The Drowsy Poet. It’s lovely. I’m drinking a Shakespeare (hazulnet machiatto with a shot of expresso-yummmm) and admiring all the quotes on the walls. My favorite one so far is “I only know that once there pealed a chime Of joyous bells, And forth we walked: the world was free and wide Before us.”-Bayard Taylor.
Oh and guys. I need ideas to make my dorm room more fun. Right now it’s crazy boring. If you have suggestions, you know where the comment box is!
Anyway, I’m going to get back to Chemistry. Oh, that lovely world.
Until later, my loves.
My mom wanted a cd of family pictures made before I left, all the while saying ‘Who is going to take our pictures now?!’
I learned a lesson today. Mayday Parade + an impending move to college + ‘old’ family pictures = don’t mix well.
I love my family so much. I love our Spanglish conversations, I love recalling old memories with them (we have some really good ones), and I love how we all look alike. This move is going to be hard since it will be the first time living away from them. Is it bad that I’m already looking forward to Christmas?
I am so so blessed.