"Flaming Hot Cheetos, tampons, Pumpkin Spice lattes, salsa, post-it notes..." I drawled on to the women behind the reception at the hotel I was staying at. Their eyes got bigger and bigger as I listed the things I would be... Continue Reading →
I am back in California! woooo baby yeah. I won't be coming home for another year, so I am going ALL OUT. I've been to a Giants game, I've drank salsa from the jar, I made a White House cookie... Continue Reading →
We've all been held hostage by group text messages; I'm currently being updated on my aunt's availability to return something to Chico's with my grandma after her volunteer service at the library. But I kind of like the pain of... Continue Reading →
I love having a "Days Until" app that keeps me excited about things ahead. I love reminding myself "just one month left and you won't have a mosquito bite! just a few weeks more and all the Flaming Hot Cheetos... Continue Reading →
I love Thanksgiving. I love looking on facebook and instagram and seeing everyone get mushy about those they love, and taking a solid timeout from the angry-elfness that seems to be infecting the interwebs lately. I love the family photos... Continue Reading →
I can't decide my feelings towards Facebook's flashback feature. Like so many updates over the years, I feel it snuck up on me one day, the way the newsfeed and political garbage (if this Donald Trump madness persists I am moving... Continue Reading →
It's a profound moment when you move somewhere and subconsciously start calling that place "home." During the five weeks I was in the States, my home base was my parents' house in the Bay Area. I hung up some clothes... Continue Reading →
I'm headed back to Brazil! Someday! Maybe! It might happen! And until it does, I am mostly happy being in A/C at this bar with stellar wi-fi and Ranch dressing. And having a hotel room to myself for the third time... Continue Reading →
I is home! It is good! Murica! It was a 32 hour adventure through four time zones and four airports, but I made it. The time in the Rio airport was sweet because one of my besties was also flying that... Continue Reading →
1. My dog. I should probably feel guilty about not putting my family and friends here first, but those people can Face my Time. Kizzy and I have tried communicating that way, but it stresses her out to hear my voice... Continue Reading →
What is it about teaching on a Wednesday? I can't remember if they were as difficult when I was bartending or waiting tables...is it all M-F 9-5's or is it every job? Is it just being alive? Wednesdays are like... Continue Reading →
Holidays are funny. Growing up, you can never imagine doing them any way other than what your family does. To me, Easter means waking up, baskets, finding eggs, a special breakfast with specific biscuits (Grands Flaky!), bacon, mimosas when you... Continue Reading →
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