I already have an obsession with making lists and Christmas doesn’t help that. Cold weather means I gotta bullet out the wintery blog ideas. Write down the holiday itinerary. And, most importantly, organize that massive wish list. To be honest, me making a fancy Christmas wish list is a bit of a joke because 1) I’m a desperately poor post-grad and 2) my parents would just look at it like “lol no.” But that never stops a girl from dreaming. Even though I’m nowhere near an income bracket that could afford any of these things, here’s my list of items I wish Santa would bless me with.

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Hey, everyone! After my blog decided to randomly go haywire for a few days (thanks, self-hosting) I’m finally back in business. While I was planning out my next few weeks’ posts, I decided I wanted to start doing monthly reflections. I know I’m not the first blogger in the world to come up with this, haha… But after all the craziness that’s happened recently I wanted a way to just document life and be open with you guys. Welcome to Episode 1 ✨

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Today is September 1, 2017. And if you’re a Harry Potter nerd like me, you’re freaking out about it. For those not aware: today marks the timeline-approved date that Deathly Hallows’ “Nineteen Years Later” epilogue would have taken place. And I know the actual 20 year anniversary of HP was only a month ago. And maybe it’s a little strange to get extra sentimental about a fictional date in a story epilogue than you were over a real-life milestone. But there’s just something about…September? I don’t know. It’s just always been that way for me. Growing up, 1) I was a quiet nerd who loved Harry Potter and 2) I was obsessed with fall and the start of the new school year. I loved school. I hated the aimless feeling I got from summer break. And the excitement of magic and learning and fall always came together in HP, every time Harry would board the fictional train on September 1st. And honestly, Rowling just as a way of writing those perfect fall vibes — like in the start of Deathly Hallow’s epilogue: Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road towards the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Ugh. Childhood feels. Like Harry, I felt like September always meant a fresh start. It meant anything was possible, there was adventure around the corner, that my favorite time of the year was here and I was finally, finally happy. Even though I’m now graduated and no longer have “back to school” days to look forward to (and I could write a whole post on that alone), having this anniversary and my post-grad status collide felt a bit unique. I was a bit sad. But also a bit optimistic. And even though the schedule of my life takes a different form these days, that same swell of energy hit me like before. Waking up today, at the end of a hard August, I found myself actually smiling. I turned to my boyfriend and was like, “Hey. Guess what? September is gonna be my month.” I plan on sticking to that. Happy “Nineteen Years Later” anniversary, everybody. ✌🏻  

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