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.

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.

they say, one day you’ll look out your door and you’ll find you’re right where you belong. in that moment, you’ll know love so sweet and that feeling you’ve known it all along.

For the second time this week, I found myself lost in thought sitting at a table amongst friends- new & old.  While the places and faces were none of the same on Monday and Friday night, the thought was: Why am I not living in Ohio?  Both nights, as well as Thursday night with two of … Continue reading they say, one day you’ll look out your door and you’ll find you’re right where you belong. in that moment, you’ll know love so sweet and that feeling you’ve known it all along.

unsent love letter mix tape: track 1

The post I wrote on Sunday, October 10th will explain the ideas behind the Unsent Love Letter Mix Tape series, and if it still doesn't make sense to you, well then, at least it makes sense to me.  The writer.  The blogger.  The girl behind the computer.  Call me what you will but these are … Continue reading unsent love letter mix tape: track 1

this is my temporary home it’s not where i belong

When I was in third grade at St. Mary's in Mrs. Johnston's classroom, we used to play this game where we'd spin the globe and wherever we place our finger when it stop, that was where we were going to live when we were older.  (And when our finger landed in the ocean, we spun … Continue reading this is my temporary home it’s not where i belong