These past few days I was in San Francisco, where I met up with a friend from Frankfurt, Germany! She was attending a conference in the states, so we decided to make a little trip of it. We were lucky enough to stay with two of her friends, who quickly became mine as well. They were so kind to show us around the city and give us the royal San Francisco treatment. I’d been to the city twice before in my life, but it never gets old. It’s so artsy and unique, I could definitely envision myself there one day. I say that about a lot of places, but it’s true! Guess I’ll just have to live everywhere 🙂
- Tastes heavenly
- Smells lovely
- It’s classic Instagram photo material
- So many pretty mugs to choose from
- Feels warm in your hands
- Sipping burns calories
- Distracts you from whatever boring task you’re doing
- Life is hard
- Gives you just a little bit of extra energy
- Goes great with cookies
- It’s winter and it’s cold out
- It’s social– drink with your friends!
- Facilitates conversation
- Brings back memories
- You’re part of a long tradition of coffee drinkers and coffee lovers
- You work hard and need a break
- Signals to others that you’re busy right now
- Forces you to slow down
- Compliments any outfit
- Why not?
- Sunshine streaming through my window in the morning
- Intentional friends
- Birthday parties
- The ability and means to travel
- My university education
- My guitar
- The German language
- My little brother’s kind heart
- Hospitable people
- Little kid’s joy and curiosity
- Long, slow walks
- The beach
- Good books
- My polaroid camera
- My car
- A soft bed
- Holiday traditions
P.s. This photo is absolutely random and unrelated. But gosh do I love Bob Dylan.
I always feel a little guilty talking about summer in April, because technically it’s still spring and most people don’t get out of school for several more weeks. But I’m just so excited, I can’t help it! I took my last finals, packed up my belongings into my car and drove home. It’s crazy to think that all my material possessions at this point in life can fit into a single car. College is a time of such instability and transition– you have to be ready to up and leave at any moment. Every few months you move to a new situation and have to readjust. I grew up in a very stable home, so it’s taken me a while to learn how to be flexible and embrace change. I guess that’s just the season of life I’m in right now!
Anyways, what are you up to these days? I am working a few hours each day at the Pepperdine Bible Lectures, and sinking deeper into summer mode. It always takes me a few weeks to fully stop stressing and actually relax!
P.s. Photo via here
Well hello there friends! How are things on your side of the screen? I cannot believe I finish my junior year of college this Wednesday. I will be a senior. WHAT? When exactly did that happen? That title doesn’t even sound right.
Anyways…I’ve been busy studying for finals, writing a research paper, and attending various end of the year events. Nothing too major to report, other than I’m looking forward to some down time to read, write and take photos. Summer is the best.
Have a lovely weekend and don’t forget to relax!
P.s. Photo by the talented Sofie Sund. It reminds me of those long summer evenings spent outdoors.
The other day I needed some boy advice. So, loyal daughter that I am, I turned to my mother. I showed her a text he’d sent me and asked, “What does he really mean by this?” My mom, who is eternally wise and calm and beautiful, looked at me with a blank stare and said, “I have no idea.”
It was then that I realized just how vast the generational divide is when it comes to dating. Gone are the “face-to-face, find your spouse in college, talk on the phone for hours” days of my parent’s generation. That begs the question: what exactly has taken their place?
As a 20 year old college female and proud Millennial, I can safely say I am utterly confused. I grew up hearing stories about my parent’s various relationships and escapades in college and I always thought one day that will be me. Well, I’m almost a senior now and haven’t been in a single romantic relationship. You might be thinking it’s just me– maybe I’m undatable. Oh contrare. I could list the couples I know at school on one hand, while the list of attractive, smart, funny single people like myself goes on and on. From where I stand, it seems like the century old practice of dating in the traditional sense is breaking down entirely. As melodramatic as that sounds, it’s true. Hear me out.
According to The Atlantic, “Americans are getting married later and later. The average age of first marriage in the United States is 27 for women and 29 for men, up from 23 for women and 26 for men in 1990 and 20 and 22 in 1960.” Perhaps people in college aren’t dating because they aren’t looking to get married until they’ve already established their careers. And sure, that’s understandable. But I’m convinced it’s deeper than that.
Human nature hasn’t changed much in the last billion or so years. We all still crave love, belonging, acceptance and yes, even sex. The difference with young people today is that they aren’t meeting those needs in committed relationships. Hook-up culture is at an all time high. Vulnerability is seen as clingy, needy and desperate, so people have casual sex and walk away. Independence has become so highly valued in our culture that we are terrified of admitting to someone else that we actually want to be attached to them. We crave intimacy but are too afraid to risk asking for it.
Technology of course plays a huge role in this problem. At some point ‘having the last word’ stopped being a sign of power and finality and started meaning your text isn’t worthy responding to– you aren’t worth my time. We learn to encode our true feelings into empty words and emojis on a tiny screen. Our reactions are not genuine but rather calculated, masking our hurt feelings with a quick “no worries” text because its easier than honesty. I get it, it’s normal these days. But where there is no risk, there is no reward.
I’ve had personal experience with this crippling fear. I went on a Tinder date not too long ago (#haters gonna hate). I really liked the guy and we ended up kissing. As things were winding down and he was preparing to leave, I almost said, “Hey, I really like you. I want more than just something physical. I want to see you again.” But I stopped myself short for fear of sounding pathetic or immature. And you know what? We never went out again.
How things might have turned out differently if I were transparent with him about my feelings. Now I will never know. I was too busy trying to ‘play the game’ to realize I had already lost.
Take risks. Be vulnerable. Mean what you say. Don’t settle for casual, hold out for serious. It is not desperate, it’s courageous. It’s easier to be independent, but not nearly as rewarding. Talk to the person face-to-face or, crazy as it might sound, ask them on a real life date. I believe we are better than this. And as much as we youngsters hate to admit it, maybe we could all stand to learn a thing or two from our parents after all!
Happy weekend friends! One week of school down, six left to go. Lately I’ve been having fun combing through old black and white photos like the one above to see what gems I can find. I don’t know why, it’s just so inspiring! Photography is incredible.
Anyways, I don’t have much planned for this weekend– brunch with a friend, homework, a little shopping perhaps. But next weekend is Easter, and two of my friends from Germany are visiting me and my family! I could not be more excited. It’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone from my summer in Hildesheim and I miss them desperately.
Well, have a good one friends and I’ll meet you back here next week!
Well hello there friends! I literally cannot believe another week has flown by. I only have six weeks left of school. You hear? Six weeks! How is that legal?
It was a nice week. I snapped this photo during an impromptu stop by the beach to watch the sunset. And yes, I realize how spoiled that sentence sounded. I’m headed to a German restaurant this evening (yay Deutschland!) and can’t wait to devour a bratwurst. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to drink beer for three more months and three days (but who’s counting?)…
Have a wonderful, peaceful weekend friends and I’ll meet you back here in no time.
The rain thumps loudly on the wooden deck
To the beat of nature’s drum, building and building
In a crescendo of clean, wet sound.
It’s cadence reminds me of the tip tapping of dance shoes
On the TV program I watch inside
From my worn-in armchair.
The dancers click their heels loudly on the wooden stage,
Twirling in a clear, concise rhythm
To the beat of bagpipes pouring soft music
Outside on the windowsill.
My time as a dancer echoes in my ear,
How I used to make the rain flow with my agile movements,
Beckoning mother nature to come near.
I would flick my feet swiftly, drenched in sweat,
Determination condensing in thick droplets on my brow.
And just as quickly as it came, the rain leaves.
I switch off the TV and sit back,
With nothing but my memories to drown out the silence.