Looking back on my time living in Britain, I realize that while it came with its fair share of quirks and challenges, I miss every bit of that endearing weirdness more than I ever expected.
A few years ago, I realized I had a little habit. Okay, fine. A big habit. I was constantly shopping. Buying cute things that caught my eye, only to have them sit unworn in my closet, silently judging me. I’d swing between impulse purchases and aesthetic aspirations, always hoping the next item would be the missing piece that made me feel put-together. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it.
I was very uncomfortable in my own skin.
Oh, New England. The land of icy roads and even icier social scenes. I swore I’d never return after college, when my Midwestern self was met with a chilly reception colder than a Nor’easter. Back then, I was bombarded with snide comments about my home state — flyover state jokes, condescending remarks about my friendliness, and the general air of superiority. Apparently, being nice was a crime, and the Midwest was a punchline.
Let’s get something clear: being a picky eater is neither a moral failing nor an invitation for constant critique.
It’s a new year and maybe it’s the Sagittarius in me, or maybe I was just born with it, but that’s the perfect excuse to reinvent myself, yet again. 😏😏 And for me, that means a whole slew of new fixations that will become my entire personality for an extended period of time. I’ve seen the trend going around online of people making their ins and outs list, and while I feel like that’s a bit played out, I have been thinking about my current ins a lot lately; so much so that some of my current obsessions are legit keeping me awake at night.
Hiya friends,
I hope you’re all getting in the festive spirit right about now. I know that if I weren’t such a Scrooge, I would be.
I’ve been in quite the pensive mood lately; I won’t lie. My mind just won’t shut up - I guess that’s why I’m here. This little corner of the internet has always been my space to talk to me, and anyone else who cares listen, about my internal goings-on and this post is no different.
For the first time in along time, I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. It's the strangest feeling to try and describe to someone who doesn't know what you're talking about, but those who get it, get it.
We all have them. Those relics of our younger years that stick with us forever. It’s almost as if something tells us that while we might not understand or relate to those things then, someday we’ll find their place or meaning in or lives, so we store them away in our cherished memories until that time comes.
Day 13 of hiding from COVID-19 is coming to a close and I never thought social distancing would feel so strange.
Hello, my friends, it’s been a minute. Life has a tendency to get away from us sometimes, doesn’t it?
A sense of belonging - one of mankind's most-basic and innate desires as people go through life. Being a part of something and having connections with other people gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling that you can't find anywhere else. Some people find it within their role at work, others seek it out within a church or political setting. It can be found in dozens of obvious places, but one place you might unexpectedly find your group is in the motoring world. Enthusiast groups exist across the whole spectrum of the automotive world - no matter what brand you drive, you'll probably find a group of like-minded driving fans to bond with.
I’m usually pretty late to the party when it comes to trends of any kind - the last to read, buy, or watch just about anything. But I’m proud to feel apart of the crowd this time around because I finished “Tidying Up With Marie Condo” on Netflix earlier this week and many people are starting and finishing the series right along with me.
Read MoreIt’s been a while since I’ve sat down and shared a few things about myself for you all to enjoy. I love being really transparent and open and I truly get a kick out of answering some of the silly questions that linger around in the cybersphere waiting to be answered. So I thought on this fine evening, I’d sit down and take part in the 100 Questions Tag that has gone around the internet one or two times.
Read MoreYou know that feeling of nostalgia for places you’ve been?
Lately I’ve been feeling a little homesick for Scotland - particularly Glasgow, Scotland. I lived and worked there for a year when I was getting my Master’s degree from Strathclyde Uni.
Glasgow is such a unique city. In my opinion, it’s about as authentically Scottish as you can get. I always tell people that Edinburgh is what we want Scottish culture to be, Glasgow is what it actually is. And while I’ll always love Edinburgh as my first true love, the roughness and realness of Glasgow will forever hold a special place in my heart.
Read MoreI love creating content. I’ve always been creative, but when I discovered my love of writing at University and started documenting my life on my first blog, I realized that I love telling stories for the world to hear (or read). If I’m honest, I’ve always loved telling stories. My parents say that I used to stand up in public places as a little child and tell stories to the whole room. I guess things haven’t changed much since then, have they?
Read MoreEthan and I rarely sit still - especially during the weekend. We both love adventure and now that he’s made it his mission to always keep me in fresh supply of things to blog about, we take a lot of weekend trips. This past weekend found us in Dayton, Ohio. A small city about four hours south of us in the state where my Momma grew up.
Read MoreEveryone is entitled to their opinion. Everyone has the right to be wrong or right, to agree with the masses and to stand alone for what they believe.
One thing that I’m pretty well known for is having A LOT of opinions, and not always the most popular ones.
Read MoreI’ve been very fortunate over the last three years. I’ve had the pleasure of visiting a dozen new countries and dozens of new cities since my Junior year at Uni. Some thanks to school and many just for fun. I truly live to travel. As soon as I caught the travel bug back in 2015 with my first abroad trip to Scotland, I was absolutely hooked and I haven’t stopped since.
Read MoreI believe in New Year’s Resolutions. I believe in fresh starts and new beginnings. One year has passed and no matter how wonderful it was, there were always lessons to be learned along the way. When a new year is upon us, I always take a solid look at my life, my attitudes, and my behaviors and think about what things I’d like to leave in the old year for the good of the order. I make promises to myself to change things that I don’t like or that I don’t think suit me and my life anymore - and I when I make promises, I make damn sure to keep them.
Read MoreMy final stop on my photographic recount of my adventures in Italy brings me to first and last place I set foot while I was there. It might surprise many of you to know that I didn’t - as often done - save my favorite for last. The city of Florence was a total surprise to me in so many ways. I loved the sights and spending time with my BFF in the city she’d lived in for months by this time, but I can’t say that I completely fell in love with it. Ask me about my trip to Florence sometime and I’ll be happy to share my very candid opinions of it from top to bottom.
Read MoreI'm just another Millennial taking on life one cup of coffee at a time. My blog Espresso Myself is a place for me to be me, for myself, and for everyone else. Write on!
Looking back on my time living in Britain, I realize that while it came with its fair share of quirks and challenges, I miss every bit of that endearing weirdness more than I ever expected.
A few years ago, I realized I had a little habit. Okay, fine. A big habit. I was constantly shopping. Buying cute things that caught my eye, only to have them sit unworn in my closet, silently judging me. I’d swing between impulse purchases and aesthetic aspirations, always hoping the next item would be the missing piece that made me feel put-together. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it.
I was very uncomfortable in my own skin.
Whoever said “it’s not the destination, it’s the journey,” has either never flown economy or has seriously low standards. I hate to break it to you — but traveling kinda sucks. Sure, seeing new places is amazing, but the actual getting there part? A parade of stress, discomfort, and disappointment wrapped in a neck pillow.
Oh, New England. The land of icy roads and even icier social scenes. I swore I’d never return after college, when my Midwestern self was met with a chilly reception colder than a Nor’easter. Back then, I was bombarded with snide comments about my home state — flyover state jokes, condescending remarks about my friendliness, and the general air of superiority. Apparently, being nice was a crime, and the Midwest was a punchline.
Let’s get something clear: being a picky eater is neither a moral failing nor an invitation for constant critique.
This year for our two-year wedding anniversary, my husband James and I decided to take a long weekend getaway to Vermont. Known for its stunning fall foliage, quaint towns, and picturesque landscapes, we thought it would be the perfect backdrop for our celebration and we had been planning this trip for pretty much the entirety of our marriage. While some parts of the trip exceeded our expectations, others were a bit of a letdown. But in the end, it was still a perfect anniversary escape and that’s truly all that matters - and it made for a great story…
There are certain trips that stay with you long after your plane touches back down at home.
It only took me 30 years, but I’ve finally come to the realization that I really enjoy watching documentaries and docuseries. With my attention span, who would have seen that one coming?
I’ve been feeling the itch to write lately, but honestly, I haven’t had a whole lot to write about.
Things are slow, but steady in my life. I have zero things to complain about, but I have don’t have anything super exciting to celebrate at the moment either.
But I was doing a little maintenance around my site today and I stumbled back upon and old post I titled “Top 10 Travel Bucket List,” which I had completely forgotten about. I haven’t looked at since I wrote it back in early 2019 - four years ago. Upon reviewing it, I noticed that a few of the places I’d gotten to visit since then! And a few more of them that I’ve lost interest in visiting for one reason or another; so, I thought it might be fun to write out an updated list. If only just to help myself keep track of where I should book next. 😉
It’s a new year and maybe it’s the Sagittarius in me, or maybe I was just born with it, but that’s the perfect excuse to reinvent myself, yet again. 😏😏 And for me, that means a whole slew of new fixations that will become my entire personality for an extended period of time. I’ve seen the trend going around online of people making their ins and outs list, and while I feel like that’s a bit played out, I have been thinking about my current ins a lot lately; so much so that some of my current obsessions are legit keeping me awake at night.
Hiya friends,
I hope you’re all getting in the festive spirit right about now. I know that if I weren’t such a Scrooge, I would be.
I’ve been in quite the pensive mood lately; I won’t lie. My mind just won’t shut up - I guess that’s why I’m here. This little corner of the internet has always been my space to talk to me, and anyone else who cares listen, about my internal goings-on and this post is no different.
For the first time in along time, I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. It's the strangest feeling to try and describe to someone who doesn't know what you're talking about, but those who get it, get it.
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My heart is shadowed tonight with what-could-have-beens.