A lot can happen in ten years. For some people, they can fall in love... become engaged... get married... and have a baby. For others, they may study abroad and only come back to The States every other Christmas. Then there are those who enroll law school or med school and lose track of time (and their social … Continue reading ten years later.
If I took a shot every time one of my teachers said, "When you enter the real world next year..." during my senior year of high school, I would have been drunk more times than I was in college. (Okay, probably not entirely true but you get the point.) We all now know that for the … Continue reading my friends from high school married their high school boyfriends; moved into houses in the same zip code where their parents live. but i, i could never follow.
It was two weeks into my senior year of high school and three days after my eighteen birthday. A group of us were sitting in the Yearbook room having a typical high school-esque conversation of no extreme relevance...when the startling news made it down the hallway from Mr's Palmer's Anatomy class to us. "A plane crashed … Continue reading september 11, 2001: we will always remember.
No one wants to spend their birthday at work and in a classroom, but this full-time employee and full-time graduate student didn't have a choice. Memories of my 28th birthday will have to be just that, as well as the abundance of love that I got from friends, co-workers, and family members today. (Thank you all so … Continue reading goodbye, twenty-seven: it’s been quite a lessons learned-kinda year.
When discovering about my pending move to Chicago (about three years ago), my dad informed me that my recent graduate self once announced that I was going to apply for grad school in Chicago. I guess I found some program- maybe journalism- at Northwestern and was convinced that it was the place for me. Small college … Continue reading august 29, 2011: grad school.
In a matter of seconds, I went from a Chicago-living 27-year-old to my former 12-year old self by simply seeing a "Frozen Lemonade" sign in the window this morning. Before I knew it I was lost in memories of those summer days spent at my brother's baseball tournaments and all those Aunt Thelma's Old-Fashioned Lemonades that helped me beat the heat. Besides … Continue reading take me back to the ball game?
So I haven't been doing too well with dates lately. (And that's putting it nicely.) Besides knowing Max's birthday (July 11th), I promise you that I hardly remember the day of the week. But according to the desk calendar in front of me, today is Monday, July 18th. How did I not realize it until now? How … Continue reading capture it, remember it; but don’t hold on hoping to relive it.