I just discovered ThingLink, where you can add just about any link to a picture and make something as cool as this:
(scroll over the picture to see the link options and scroll over the thumbnails to see the actual links)
I'm really excited to announce a new series to my blog: Monday Message! Mondays officially don't have to suck any more! Every monday I'll be posting a message with a couple of links to things that will keep me going for the week (and that I hope keep you going, too). I think we all suffer through the Sunday blues every once in a while and I can tell this will serve us both well. It's always good to have inspiration for the week, especially for tough ones. It's kind of like when you leave a little chocolate on your kitchen counter for when you get back from your run and toward the end of the run all you can think about is that chocolate. I just discovered ThingLink, where you can add just about any link to a picture and make something as cool as this: (scroll over the picture to see the link options and scroll over the thumbnails to see the actual links)
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Once again, the Cruzan Ampitheater brought one of my favorite (if not, favorite) bands to life. Last night I had the pleasure of watching Kings of Leon, Young the Giant, and Kongos perform with two music junkies, like myself. I have to say this is the concert I've enjoyed most because it is the only concert I've ever been fully on time for (as in, I was sitting before the first opening act started.. yay, progress). For once, I had the opportunity to tailgate for a concert. We opened the trunk, blasted Kings of Leon, talked about great topics for a good amount of time, and made some friends in line for the porta potty (because every one knows that's the best time to make friends). There was definitely a much older crowd than the last time I was there for Paramore and Fall Out Boy, which makes sense since Kings of Leon is a bit older and has six albums released to date. It's a bit overwhelming how many insanely good songs they have because you want to passionately love each of them but there just isn't enough memory in your brain for all. The band is actually from Nashville, Tennesse, which is why you might hear a southern mix in their alternative rock. Many of their lyrics and music videos reflect their childhood in the South. When first discovered by RCA Records, they were only given a month to come up with their first record, Holy Roller Novocaine EP. So, after years of touring they finally paid me a visit with their Mechanical Bull tour. Unfortunately, this isn't one of my absolute favorite albums but it is still an amazing album with great songs and I think the album where they wrote most about their childhood. They opened up with "Supersoaker" and chose "Manhatten" for #songofthecity, which is basically a song from their first albums that they play specifically for that city and no other (you can request the songs via Twitter the day of the show). They closed with their most famous, "Use Somebody". After saying goodbye, they did three encores, "Crawl", "Black Thumbnail", and the great, "Sex On Fire" (which is my preferential karaoke song.. so you know I was jammin' in heaven). Kongos and Young the Giant opened up for them. I really only knew one song of Kongos and it's because Jackie showed me it and I had heard it in a commercial; but, every one has to start somewhere. Young the Giant, who is signed with Fueled by Ramen (aka my favorite record label), was great for an opening act. They had great lighting and were just as good live as they are on my speakers. I also need to add in that the food truck nearest to the lawn seats at the Cruzan had delicious tacos (in case you're ever there and want food). But, my appetite was gone when the couple next to us threw up and passed out on each other after one too many illegal substances. Moral of the story: do your things responsibly. Thankfully, they were escorted out but we were left with no concert neighbors, sad. A big thank you to the awesomest Jackie and Marc for coming along for the long ride and good music, you guys were the absolute best company and I'm lucky to have people like you to experience such good times with. I added a playlist with my favorite Kings of Leon and Young the Giant songs for you all to enjoy((: Title once again inspired by: Klipsch Audio tattoos. I'm home!! *sobs softly*. Not really, but sort of (my emotions are all over the place right now, sorry). But really, I'm so grateful I had the opportunity to spend my Labor Day Weekend in California with my best friend, Remsies, and Alec (duh) in their adorable Santa Monica apartment with their new roommate, Ethan, and their cousin from Berkley, Kade. It was definitely the best group of people for an adventurous weekend. Of course, the first thing we did was go to In-N-Out to try an animal style burger with yummy fries (Remy claims to not like them because they're actual potato fries).
After Runyon, Remy and I went to Urth Caffe, better known for being on the Kardashian's Instagram but definitely lived up to it's celebrity recommendation spot. SO FREAKIN' DEILICIOUS. The waiting line was out the door and the place was pretty packed. Normally, you have to wait a line after ordering your food to be seated but Remy and I, like the true rebels we are, ignored the line and landed our own spot (but I wouldn't recommend this to all, the people next to us got kicked out of their table by a worker and were asked to rejoin the sitting wait list... awkward). Any way, I wanted to be "Cali" and order a green drink so I asked for a Green Tea Boba with skim milk (barf), I had to ask a waiter to take it away. Thankfully, they let me order a new drink so I asked for a simple smoothie.. Unfortunately, it wasn't green but it was orange (still cool). Remy ordered a "Rude Awakening" coffee, which I didn't try because I'm not big on coffee any more, but she didn't stop talking about it all weekend so it must've been good. And, a cheese pizza. To eat, I ordered a "Nori Plum Rice Wrap" without wasabi. It was basically sushi with brown rice and a super fresh salad on the side. We spent the rest of our Saturday afternoon at the Santa Monica Pier. It was $6 a ride (what the heck) but watching the sunset on the Santa Monica Ferris Wheel was priceless. We even got free flowers from some guys that were filming fake wedding proposals on the pier. I was almost part of it but they wanted my number and that was a no-no. We spent our Sunday morning doing Yoga with Brad on the Santa Monica beach. Surprisingly, we found great parking near the spot. Then again, it was 10 am and a lot of surfers were leaving (nice people). Brad is the absolute nicest soul I have met to date. He's so full of life and peace; it's inspiring. The yoga wasn't particularly challenging and he gave alternative positions for beginners. He would encourage us to run into the freezing water (which was really relaxing) and do some poses on the shore.
Any way, although we did a lot of great touristy things this trip, on an honest note, my favorite part of the trip was spending time with the DeTournay fam at their childhood home in the Valley. Their grandma, Nana, is the sweetest little woman on Earth. And their grandpa was a producer in his golden days and also comes from a small family like myself. We had one last BBQ meal outside under the perfect weather of California (which, by the way, is in a drought.. I had to water their plants, who waters their plants any more? Definitely not any Miami people that I know). Then, the grandparents told the story of how they first met at a fraternity dinner in Indiana University (sooo cute). I guess every one else was tired of listening to the same story since they all slowly left the table at that moment.
I had an amazing weekend and I'm so excited to go back. Perfect weather, soulful people, and fun to-do's. Who knows, maybe it's my new "home" in a couple of years (I saw that about many places though). Title inspired by the FMT Project. Surprise! I know I didn’t tell you guys but it was a too-hard-to-talk-about exciting, last minute subject. Right now, I am on a plane to... California!! To spend some Cali time with my besties Remy and Alec for Labor Day Weekend in their new apartment in Santa Monia (talk about house warming partayy?!). We had been talking about this trip but it was all up to the stand-by list to California, which was surprisingly not full. I decided Monday that I didn't want to stay in Miami for Labor Day. I always give it the benefit of the doubt, "oh maybe something will come up".. not this time Miami, not this time... I'm leaving!! I could’ve gone anywhere but I decided on California. It felt like the me thing to do this weekend, so I did it. I didn’t tell or write about it mainly because I had so much school work to do that if I kept reminded myself it was going to be hard to concentrate. School ova adventures, am I rigghhhtt?
So, it’s only the beginning but Remy and I have been planning all week (community yoga, runyon hike, venice beach, santa monica pier) and I’m so beyond siked! I can’t wait to tell you guys all about my weekend! Any way, my trip has already started off on the absolute best note! I’m not sure this would be most people’s ideal version of a five hour flight, but it was mine. I got the luxury of sitting next to a 65 year old woman who has been traveling the world the past two years. She had just come back from Miami and was headed to England after California. Yes, she is 65 and has the smile of a 20 year-old! She is so light-hearted and fun to talk to. I almost feel like we can be besties. We exchanged travel stories and hopeful destinations. She told me she had been to Europe but never Paris. I told her I had never been to Europe but was saving it for the summer. Next to her, sat a Jewish 17 year-old who had just come back from his first cruise. He, of course, was blown away by the way people party in Miami. Although he was from California and listened to Chief Keef, he wasn’t used to the Latin flavor that is so relevant in Miami and was a bit aroused by it. He told me all about his cruise (how many girls he flirted with, how many weird scavenger hunt tasks he did, how much fun he ate). He also told me all about his religion and how he has to turn his phone off from nightfall Friday till nightfall Saturday. Eventually, our 65 year-old friend had to go use the restroom and then asked if she could get the aisle because she wasn’t feel well. Meanwhile, I was sitting at my window seat reading One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories by B.J Novak (occasionally trying to hold in my laughter.. I mean, come on, he’s hilarious). Any way, Jewboy was really concerned if reading was my choice of fun (because that's strange, I think?). Of course, it’s not my first choice but I really did love this collection of hilarious short stories. So he asked me which was my favorite. It took a while to decide because there are so many great options but I settled on Chapter 3, No One Goes to Heaven to See Dan Fogelberg. Now, it might seem like he was flirting with me, but he asked me to read it to him (what? No. That’s totally weird and out of my comfort zone). It was a weird request but after his consistent insisting; I read it to him. He ended up dying of laughter and asking the name of the book. Then before we knew it, the flight was over and there was only time for one more flight neighbors trio selfie. "I hope you go to Paris!", I reminded my 65 year-old friend, you know, in case she forgot she really wanted to go there. xoxo, me & my flight neighbors!!(: Wow. We NEED to talk about Beyonce's capturing 16-minute performance at the VMA's on Sunday. It's not like I'm a die hard Beyonce fan (I didn't even know she sang some of the songs she performed last night). But, as her hubby said, there's no denying Bey is the "greatest living entertainer". Her powerful strut, fierce dance moves, and humble tone stole the show the second she took over that stage. By the time she was done, I had completely forgotten Nicki's "Anaconda" performance, Miley's acceptance speech, and the bad host jokes (who was that guy). It was just about time the trip-threat diva was awarded the Michael Jackson Video Vanguard Award and she successfully owned up to the title. Now, I need to give a big acknowledgment to Beyonce's "Flawless" performance. I had never actually heard the full song so it caught me by surprised when I heard a powerful voice talking about women equality?! I'm so in!! Instantly, I raised the volume and intently listened to the most well written feminist words: 'We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings, in the way that boys are. We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We tell girls, "You can have ambition but not too much. You should aim to be successful but not too successful other wise you will threaten the man." Feminist: a person who believes in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes' I knew that Beyonce was advertising the words, but I couldn't help but wonder who actually said them?! After some research I found Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche, the owner of these beautiful words. In April 2013 she did a 30-minute TED Talk on why we should ALL be feminists. Yes, I watched the entire thing and I advise you to do the same. Every single one of her points was so accurate, it was hard to fast forward or turn off. Instead I found myself rewatching it. I believed in it THAT much. Any way, I don't think people gave that part of Beyonce's performance enough credit. To me, it deserved all the credit. I knew Beyonce was a feminist because I had seen her in the Ban Bossy campaign when I was a high school senior. Even before I saw that campaign, I was aware of what they were promoting. I have always been fully independent and comfortable in my skin as a girl. I have never let a guy think he can do something better than me simply because they're a male. This doesn't mean I hate or underestimate men because I absolutely don't. Growing up, it just really bothered me when people called me "bossy" simply because I was assertive with my actions. Or, "PMSing" because I said something in an authoritative voice (Guys and girls would do this). Yet, when a guy decides to be assertive he isn't called "bossy". Instead, he's called a "leader". I know I'm a feminist and I don't find it insulting when people tell me. It's almost natural of me to be a feminist. I don't see why it shouldn't be natural to believe we are all equal.
Watching yesterday's performance reminded me of a girl I met two weeks ago who was waiting for her friend to finish fixing her hair next to a line of girls. Now, she might have been a bit intoxicated but she was in that bathroom preaching to all the girls looking at themselves in the mirror. I can't remember the exact words of her monologue but I'll say some parts I couldn't forget: "You all look so beautiful (even though we were all very very sweaty and the hair frizz was real) stop trying to fix yourselves!! You'll miss all the fun if you keep spending your time in here. We are women and we are independent and we are beautiful simply because we have breasts and curves!". It was funny because all the girls agreed with her but everyone continued fixing their hair, wiping the sweat off their face, and applying more make up. I think we all (men and women) need to stop simply agreeing with true words and start taking action. We need to all be leaders of gender equality and we can only do this through consistent example. We need to treat one another equally. It's true, you probably won't change the world in your lifetime but you could inspire others to follow your lead. We can't keep thinking, "this is just the way things are"; that's NOT true. Things change all the time. Why should this be any different? As Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche says in her TED Talk, "Culture doesn't make us, we make culture". So it's finally August 25th, which means I start my first fall semester of college today! I'm a little excited to finally get back to a routine and especially excited because I only go to school for 3 hours every day (aahhh yay). I can't lie... I'm not looking forward to waking up at 8 a.m every day again; or, doing loads of Math XL. And, the worst part of it all is the anxiety of looking for a job. I've been really pushing for a waitress job... it just seems appropriate since I'm in college now and all. Except, it's never easy looking for a job in the busiest part of Miami so we'll see. I'll keep you updated on the job hunt later and how I'm attempting to make the best out of my time in Miami since I'll probably only be here for a semester... maybe. we'll see. Trying this new thing where I got with the flow.
Any way, this week, the last round of my high school friends headed off to their new homes and I can't help but be uber excited for them! This summer has been a complete bittersweet feeling. It's tough to picture an entire semester away from people who I used to spending hours and hours stuck in high school with (which means aloooottt of good and bad times). So many memories shared these past four years that no one else will ever be able to understand and I'm glad I chose the most influential and incredible people to share them with. I've had the best time making the most out of my last official high school memories this summer.. every second was well spent and will be remembered. But to be completely honest, I don't think I could've handled another day being stuck in this state of goodbye's and I'm sort of relieved that everyone is off and the goodbye's are finally over. I know I'll make an effort to keep in touch with every one and try to stay updated on their new lives. Although, with my closest friends already being gone, I can honestly say from experience, if you and your bff are parting ways, the best advice I can give is that it's all about the effort both sides put in. If you want to stay friends chances are you'll be dying to tell each other every thing any way. Just call each other every once in a while and exchange updates! If you're too busy to have hour long phone calls: Pictures, pictures, and more pictures... (they're really worth a thousand words). Wishing every one the best of luck on their first day of college! I hope every one has already thought about their goals and resolutions for this new school year (study hours, sleeping patterns, laundry times blah blah). I'm really bad at being on time so I'll probably arrive like thirty minutes early to my class today. Lastly, Be nice to people & professors; and remember you only get one shot at a first impression (but I think it's fine if you blow it, oh well.. have fun)! (: It's finally come... the last Ritz Cracker parting! I already had to send one off to California and the other off to Tallahasse. But thursday, I said bye to my dearest, Timms, yes as in, Erica Timmons (the party, duh). So there are these three girls in my life, whom I only recently became absolute bff's with, and each of them is so uniquely energetic; yet, together, we are independently flawless. & I really thought I need to dedicate an entire post to this friendship known as the "Ritz Crackers". The story goes like this: You know how every one hates Valentine's Day? Well, every one that's single, that is. And some go on awkward double dates with someone they randomly decided to try things out with. Some do "Valentine's Day" parties with all the singles of Miami. Others, do "I hate Valentines Day" parties with all the bitter souls of Miami. But many just sit at home and watch romantic comedies away from their phones in order to avoid texting their ex or checking Instagram. Any way, I had been in a pretty committed relationship until a couple nights before the dreaded day and I still hadn't coped with it enough to reveal the awkward news to any of my friends. So most of them just assumed I had plans that night but I didn't, obviously. I actually hadn't even thought of it because this year, February 14th wasn't just Valentine's Day, it was the day UF sent out it's acceptance letters. Yes, before I got stuck in Miami... I was a die hard Gator and everyone knew it. I had spent the summer before doing a Journalism camp there and I was head over heels in love with every thing about it. The news was supposed to come out at 3 p.m. So I went to the beach with my friends in my Gator shirt trying to enjoy the beautiful day but I was honestly so worried. My stomach was tossing and turning. All I could think about was not getting in, how much I would let my family down, how embarrassing it would be when people asked me if I got in. The nightmare 120458 x's worse than being alone on Valentine's Day came true... my heart was crushed (to say the least) that afternoon when I didn't get in. Ugh, it was the worst failure I had ever ever experienced. But I knew it would be my last and that I couldn't dwell on it. I had to accept that it wasn't for me. Any way, Erica was strangely concerned about me that day... Now that I know her better, I know its common nature of her to worry about her friends. But really, we were barely close at the time. She had offered for me to stay with her at the Ritz Carolton for the weekend; she had invited Remy (who I had known forever) and Nikki (who was my soulsista). I knew she was only offering to be nice at my lowest point but I accepted any way. I had spent the entire afternoon drowning in the fact that I wasn't going to be a Gator. I hadn't even mentioned my Valentine's invite until my mom asked if I had plans. Of course, she already had Valentine's plans, and I wasn't about to ask her to give them up for me. So she advised me to go to the Ritz for the weekend and that we would figure out my college plans after. Going that weekend was probably the best decision I had made in a really long time. We promised not to talk about college over our homemade Valentine's dinner for four that night. Instead, we watched Girls (basically us). And talked about how many things we had in common and how weird it was that we hadn't all hung out together sooner (considering we had gone to high school together all these years. Since that day, Erica would always invite us three over to the Ritz. By the way, Remy was the inventor of our name, "Ritz Crackers". Ritz obviously stands for our castle of a hang out spot and Crackers stands for our pale skins before the weekend started (typical Remy). It's not like we ditched our original friends group. We would just reunited at the Ritz every once in a while and have an absolute blast over spa days, movie nights, or cookies and milk room service (nothing crazy.. pretty simple and awesome though). Definitely some of the moments I'll remember most about my senior year. The best and most unique thing about my friendship with these girls is that we are all so different from one another. Each of us has a different vibe to give off. It's relieving to know that we'll never become a robotic group. We're all really supportive of each other. And although we're in living far from one another, we keep our friendship updated on the daily. There's nothing like morning catch ups about our nights or nightly catch ups about our days. I couldn't be more grateful. Every one deserves a group of friends like this. If you're reading this, I love you girls! I wish you the best in your new homes and I hope you make good friends that will support you no matter what ((: We did it! Today marks 1 month since I opened the blog and we ventured off on our awesome relationship! Congrats to us! I'm not sure why I'm so excited about it but I am. I think it's because I've been self diagnosed with commitment issues for a while and for once I actually feel committed to something (even if it's just a blog post a week.. it's a big commitment for me). I've had such a great time sharing my thoughts with you and hearing your feedback. It makes my day to receive comments and texts about my blog posts. I love the convos that break out between us. Thank you for being in my life and inspiring me everyday. It's been a blast and there is still so much fun to come. Thank you to everyone who has been reading! Hopefully I don't bore you any time soon (especially now that school is starting). Lastly, between you and me, I still hope you're liking it here. Much love!!
I think it's safe to say Elisabeth Foley was right, "the most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they grow separately without growing apart". A good four years have passed since I graduated CEA with a strong, unique group of beautiful ladies. Although I'd love to say we stuck together, the truth is, we didn't... at all. In fact, it was a very downhill road right after graduation, mostly on my part. I can't say it was easy pulling myself away from my childhood friends but I also can't say it was too hard. We went to different schools but let's be honest, any one who actually wants to stay friends will put an effort in... but none of us did. It was like a pride rubber band and no one was letting go. We just sort of let the gap grow bigger and bigger. Before we knew it, we were seniors and hadn't once hung out during high school. It's true what they say, time heals almost every thing. There were times, in these past four years, when I was certain I'd never be able to talk to these girls again the way I once did. It's hard to remember the bitter feelings from our fights and even if they slightly come back, they're quick to fade. And just when you thought you didn't miss your childhood friends, you did.
These past weeks have been a collection of goodbyes. I thought I was a fairly independent person until I realized the empty void my high school friends would leave in my every day life as they left to college one by one. These are the times any other person would turn to their childhood friends for support and so I did. Last week, my CEA gals decided it would be a good idea to have a reunion. To our surprise, we all happened to be staying in Miami for college. No more of a reason was needed to go through with a reunion. At first, I was skeptical to spend a weekend getaway with people I hadn't had anything other than a "hi and bye" with at a crowded party since 2010. Anyway, I couldn't tell if I was letting the depression of all my friends leaving get to me or if I was just scared of rekindling my past. That's when I knew I had to go. Mostly because I couldn't dwell on every one else's lives. They were off about to start a new life and so was I.. this was it. These girls were staying home just like me (we already had something to talk about) and just because they were part of my past doesn't mean they couldn't be a part of my future. Although it took a tough shove of courage... I got off my bed, packed my bag, texted all my friends goodbye (I knew a text wasn't going to be enough of a goodbye but I couldn't take another sad hug), and headed to my reunion. It really was a lovely time sharing one another's past accomplishments and future aspirations. So many stories to reminiscence on. So many laughs to catch up on. So many places to spend great times at. We did it all. I think this weekend really taught me that we all change but we shouldn't be ashamed of the people we are today. And if we are, maybe we're not on the right path. I love learning about the people in my life because they endlessly inspire me and I can only hope to do the same for them. When you keep a positive attitude about something, just about anything will go right. Also, never feel belittled by people who have already seen you at your lowest because although you might think they will never care as much as they once did, they probably never stopped caring. #thanksCEA for the lovely ladies you have blessed me with. They're just as awesome today as they were when we first met and I wish each one of them the best as we start this new chapter of our lives. Sunday night was a sad day in the lives of any one who has ever laughed and cried over a Robin Williams movie, which is most of us. There is no doubt this man generously used his talents to tackle characters that I don't think many other actors could've handled as brilliantly. He was a great example to us all; and today, many of his colleagues acknowledge his undeniably heart warming personality. As President Obama said, "Robin Williams was an airman, a doctor, a genie, a nanny, a bangarang Peter Pan, and everything in between", but I can't help but think he also played a role that all of us play every day, a human. I know many of us are devastated to think that someone who brought so much joy to the world couldn't find it in himself. It makes us wonder how many people in our every day lives make us laugh and overcome yet are at home crying with regret or burden.
Today I want to dedicate this post to remind every one to genuinely love one another. There is nothing more powerful than acknowledging the life of someone else because there is no greater gift than to be alive. Every single one of us has something going on, some we are open about and some we aren't; and although we may not feel the courage to talk to someone we need to make others feel they can talk to us. A little side story: Once, I lied to a friend about something I had done and without them mentioning my lie, they said to me, "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn't talk to me". And that really opened my eyes because she had actually never made me feel like I couldn't talk to her, I just chose not to talk to her and that's fine. We can't force people to talk to us but we should never make someone feel we are unapproachable. You never know if you are the only person they feel trust with and you could save someone from doing something they might regret. On the other hand if you ever feel like you are hurting the situation or don't think you're qualified to talk to someone who needs help, I say: as long as you are giving kind and peaceful advice, you're probably helping jsut a little without even noticing. Lastly, don't ever feel you are the only person being mean or rude to someone and it doesn't make a difference, because it does. You may be one person but you have a duty to be a good example of a person. We don't know everyone's in's and out's and we shouldn't ever jump to the assumption that they have a lot of company to support them. People are very good at building up an outside life that may not necessarily be true to their inside life. Every one should feel as though they are appreciated in your world because they play the same demanding and hard role you do every day, human. I know all of this is not as easy as it sounds in writing because so many people have hurt us but we have also hurt so many people and we need to constantly remind ourselves it is never too late to change our habits. And when we feel we can't go any further, we must practice patience with ourselves. Now, a few Robin Williams quotes that we should all take in: "No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change this world" -Dead Poets' Society ^ you are not crazy for having an opinion, so share. "I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone" - World's Greatest Dad ^ This one kind of reminds me of my single father that I am constantly reminding how much I love. He may not be lawfully wedded to someone that has to love him every day but I have no problem taking that role. Life tip: Don't neglect people. If they were once in your life, remind them their spot is still there (of course each spot comes with terms and conditions, which is okay as long as they're reasonable). “So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.” - Dead Poets' society ^this is actually one of my FAVORITE things about writing: looking for the right word to describe something. Not just any synonym of 'very' but the one that perfectly describe the tone I want to set in a sentence. |
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