I've played this (F)unemployment game before. When I came back from backpacking Central America (read some highlights here) I spent about seven months in sweatpants, tears, and job applications before I somehow landed my teaching gig. Luckily my sister had... Continue Reading →
It's been two weeks since I dropped my mom off at the airport and we both pretended not to cry and not to care. I've slowly unpacked all the boxes, which has been kind of like Christmas. The clothes are hung... Continue Reading →
Fifteen days ago, I drove from California to North Carolina, to move with, but not in with, my boyfriend. Leading up to this move, everyone assumed we were moving in together, and seemed shocked we weren't. Or, they didn't seem shocked, and... Continue Reading →
I remember...at I guess about 12 or 13....squeezing into my dad's Toyota pickup. A 1988 grey, with no cab, so me and my two sisters would (probably illegally) cram in the front seat with Dad on the way to school... Continue Reading →
Anyone who has ever used Craigslist to find a new roommate or a new place to live knows that it's a crapshoot. Once someone came to our interview saying she was really glad I had laundry machines, because "I just hate... Continue Reading →
We said "goodnight" at 12am and set alarms for 4am. She texted from the couch at 1:30 "I can't sleep, lets just go for it." But I had somehow fallen into a delirious panic nap and we did get up... Continue Reading →
This is my last day in California. In less than 24 hours, I will be driving, and driving, and driving to North Carolina and living there until...I don't know when. And living I don't know where, with I don't know... Continue Reading →
I am moving to North Carolina in TWO DAYS. As my lease ended in June, I've had to haul my life to my gracious mother and step-father's house, and pretend to not feel awkward about it for the last two... Continue Reading →
While in London, a city I have been to before, I just wanted to walk. I was so excited to be off the tour bus, out of a hostel (getting a bit too old for bunk beds and drunk strangers stumbling... Continue Reading →
You're familiar with the concept of the bucket list - the list of goals or dreams, serious or frivolous, you wish to accomplish before you "kick the bucket." I myself have a "thirtyx30" list of things I'd like to get... Continue Reading →
I remember being very asleep when my mom came in my room. I was in fourth or fifth grade, and the Polly Klaas story was something we had followed at home and on the playground. My mom crept in, sniffling,... Continue Reading →
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