Green Glory

I love going to school in Southern California. I love the warm weather and eternal sunshine. I love the laid-back attitudes and casual cool of the people there. I would have loved to live out my fantasy of spending a SoCal summer chilling by the pool and soaking up the vitamin D. That was the plan and my overactive imagination had idealized it to the point of ridiculousness. Admittedly, I probably spent a little too much time fantasizing. As the summer drew closer, I realized I was going to have to trade in that California dream for one last Seattle summer, which is honestly a pretty great trade off.

How To Be A Blogger: "Finding My Voice"

Not too long ago I decided to start this blog. I wanted to come out of this summer with a tangible product, something I could show people and say, "Look. I did something." I also wanted an outlet for my angst and an excuse to take more photos of myself than I already do. However, breaking into the blogging community as a contributor instead of just a reader felt like a pretty intimidating endeavor and I was in need of some serious support. So, like any self-respecting Digital Native, I started with a Google search. "How to Start a Blog."

Momentum

There’s nothing quite like speeding down miles of open highway to make you feel like progress is being made. A couple days ago, as I drove away from campus with the contents my entire life stuffed in the backseat, my freedom was palpable. Tangible. Physical. I was leaving this past semester in my rearview mirror and zooming towards something safe. I couldn’t help but feel weightless and a little bit invincible. The more miles I put between Claremont and myself, the more I could breathe easy and finally relax. It has been a trying semester to say the least. Classes got harder, professors had higher expectations, and possibilities of my post-grad future were looming constantly over my head. I like to think that I rose to the occasion, however, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved to have this semester behind me. A couple thousand miles behind me, to be exact.