I almost ran you over—but I didn’t. It wasn’t you, but the person who was walking across the street in that strange way that you used to walk looked just like you.
I only had a moment to look at that person’s face as I quickly rounded the street corner in my car extremely late for work. That person had no idea what thoughts ran through my mind.
That person was oblivious to how close I was hitting them. They looked back to me just as I looked back at them through my rear-view mirror, and all I could think in that swift glance was that I almost ran you over—but I didn’t. Continue reading “I Nearly Killed You”→
Fingers rest on plastic keys and slightly smudged touchscreens as they slowly scroll down endless pages that exist only in the confines of the Internet or through control channel maps. I can physically feel the conversations emanating from my purse as my smartphone begins to vibrate.
However, I often only hear the interrupted fragments of thoughts via animated-sounding notifications, which let me know that someone on the other side of my screen has reached out.
In the age of the Internet adults and adolescents alike are extending their connections with friends and family from in-person interactions to the digital world. No longer does one longingly gaze into the distance wondering what happened to whats-her-face from high school. Now, you get to “see” her as much as you want on Facebook. Continue reading “Making Adult Friends in the Age of the Internet”→
The strangest feeling are the rush of memories that wash over you when you step foot on the old soil of your hometown. It isn’t the intricate arrangement of buildings, city lights or sounds that draw you into that pool of mind-refreshing energy, but the people you cared about when you lived there in your hometown and the many adventures you had that will tie you all forever with that familiar place.
Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. -Oliver Wendell Holmes
The warm state of mind that is created from the vivid flashbacks of my small town is definitely one of those experiences that beat any new destination. It’s very similar to the moment you find yourself missing the comforts of home while traveling abroad in another city. Just imagining yourself slipping into one’s familiar cozy sheets in their own bed is enough to draw any adventurous traveler back to the place in which they originated in. Continue reading “Traveling Back to My Hometown”→
They say when life gives you lemons you make lemonade, but often times you feel as though there aren’t enough sweeteners anywhere else no matter what you do to take the bitterness of life away. It’s in these times where you feel like just dumping the bitter lemonade on the floor and giving up, even though you shouldn’t. In these times you should rebuild this metaphorical lemonade with your own sweeteners and make the best damn lemonade that you possibly can make.
The majority of my friends and family right now are going through some tough times. Financial problems, relationship status changes, health problems, life shifts, or in my case all of the above. They call to tell me their frustrations, and often times they feel as though there is nothing they could do about their situations. Continue reading “Life’s Lemons”→