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In 1989, I fell in love. I was in third grade and he was both the coolest and the cutest boy I'd ever laid eyes on. Bleach blonde hair, striking hazel eyes. A class-clown meets bad boy in the most adorable way. He had a cell phone 12 years before I had my first. He could stop time. Literally. I'd see him every Saturday morning and would laugh along with his antics, cry along with his broken hearts, hope for him to get out of detentions, wish for his success, and, though I really, truly, loved him with all of my nine-year old heart,...

Last month I resubscribed to Netflix and then immediately proceeded to ugly cry through Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Is that what "Netflix and Chill" means??? I'm pretty sure that's what that means....

Last time I checked in I told you that while my blogging has been down, my gym attendance has been up. I'm both happy and sad to report that that's still the case. I still have so many things I want to write about, so many half-written posts or unwritten ideas floating around the head. But I'm embracing this newfound dedication towards actually taking advantage of my gym membership. Honestly, I've also been kind of enjoying pretending like I don't have a blog (or three) to tend to. I love blogging, I love my blog, but it is a massive time suck....

Sometimes I step back and think, "where did the time go?" OK, so by sometimes I mean often, and by often I mean at least monthly, here, in this end-of-month blog-post recap. Every month I look back and think, "where did the month go?" "Where did the time go?" But this month I've been feeling it even more, not just thinking where did the time go from March 1 to March 31, but where did the time go between this time last year and today. I've been in my apartment, in my new neighborhood, for over a year now, and what do...

Sometimes, I wish I was an artist. February reminded me of that. Between an afternoon at the Van Gogh bedroom exhibit at the Art Institute and coming across this gorgeous painted travel journal/blog/store, I just kept thinking, "I wish I was better at art." I've always been really involved in the arts. In high school I was in dance, choir, drama. I'm a photographer. I'm a writer. I work in opera. But drawing and painting? No. Not at all. I guess you can't be good at everything. I guess. Two years ago I did take a drawing class. I wasn't terribly good...

What I did in January What did I do in January? Not a whole lot. I've been trying to save money so I haven't been going out much. Plus I still have a huge to-do list full of things I didn't accomplish on my Christmas break. But, I have been blogging! I'm really proud that in January I consistently posted two posts a week. I now just have to keep that up...

It's nearly 2016 and I can't believe this year is almost over. It doesn't feel like a whole year, an entire 365 days, has passed since the last New Years. But, here we are. I've made it no secret that I've felt off this year. That nothing was really clicking for me. That I was just stuck. Every time I felt like I was coming out of this hole something happened to push me back in. Nothing big, mind you, just small set backs. A friend moving away, jury duty, throwing my back out, bronchitis, jet lag, insomnia, moving and all...

When I was young, maybe eleven or twelve years old, I got a cactus. I named my cactus Mr. Bean and put it near the window of my bedroom. And it sat there, for a while, until it eventually died because I never remembered to water it. Let's back up here: I killed a cactus because I didn't water it enough. I killed a cactus, the one plant in the world notorious for not needing all that much water to survive, because I didn't water it enough. That's about how green my thumb is. In the years since, I've killed many plants. All of...

My November could be summed up in one word: bronchitis. Or, I suppose, one sound: a shrill, wheezing, growling, gasping cough. For the past three weeks I've done nothing but cough. It's something that hits me every couple of years: a cough that lasts and lasts, where I spend my days clutching my ribs in pain while hyperventilating on phlegm. It's not pleasant to be around me. It's also not pleasant to be me....