The last time I drank chamomile tea someone I loved had died. But this afternoon, I bought my first chamomile tea in five years and I set myself up in my new grad lounge to type out this blog post. I haven’t updated in ages, or maybe it just seems that way to me. A… Continue reading Girl Meets Grad School: Level Up
I scare myself out of good things. Something will start out so well, and then those voices in my head — the ones that have certainly overstayed their welcome — will begin whispering. I do this most often with relationships. To catch everyone up, I’m currently several provinces over from where most of my family… Continue reading (You) Found (Me) Tonight
I’m hanging out on a cliff right now, metaphorically speaking. There aren’t any cliffs near me in Halifax. I’m not standing up. My toes aren’t curled protectively over the edge. I’m not windmilling back from the drop. I’m just here. I’m sitting with my laptop set on top of my crossed legs. I’m just hanging… Continue reading A Filler Chapter
You think you know who you are until you don’t. You think you know what friendship is until everything changes. You think you know what you’re worth until the world tilts sideways. You think you know so much about life, but you actually know nothing. *That double ignorance though… When I moved out East I… Continue reading Who is Season 5 Sam?
Over the past week I started this blog post over and over in my head but I could not bring myself to start typing. I couldn’t bring myself to write down and publish the idea that I’m more than a little freaked out by all of the changes I’ve gone through recently. Everything came to… Continue reading Girl, Meet Grad School
“Ever since my childhood I’ve been scared, I’ve been afraid, of being trapped by circumstance, of staying in one place.” – Frank Turner The Road I was listening to this song a week or so ago as my tour bus wove its way between brilliant green trees on the trip back into Halifax and all I… Continue reading Girl Meets East Coast: Part 1
Maybe I don’t want to be ready yet. Maybe I don’t want to say goodbye. Well, life is not fair and this blog post is long overdue. I suppose that statement only stands if you believe that two weeks is a long time, but when I was a kid and I went off to camp each summer two… Continue reading So, What’s Next?
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