Category: My Loves
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A Life Worth Missing
One day, I won’t live in Bangor anymore—in a two-bedroom apartment with that pink couch I’m sitting on, staring at my Christmas tree in the dark on the night before the full moon. Daisy won’t be curled up next to me while I bawl my eyes out, crying alone. One day, this will all be Read more
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The Magic That December Holds
It’s officially the last month of the year—December—my second favorite month to exist. I’m currently experiencing what’s supposed to be the start of a snowstorm. While I usually dislike the idea of being trapped indoors by snow, watching it fall outside my balcony window is truly magical. Even better when paired with a fresh, hot Read more
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The Playground That Holds Decades of Me
Mundy Park—a little ballpark in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee. The park right behind my childhood house. The place I complained about walking just one loop with my family. The place where I first walked my childhood dog. The place I learned to ride a bike. The place with the hill everyone sledded down in winter. The Read more
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All You Need Is One Good Friend
Lately, a lot of my friends have been getting engaged, talking about marriage, or just downright trying for a child to start a family. My most recent friend who got engaged has been talking about her wedding and what could possibly happen for her bachelorette. Obviously, that makes me think about my love life and Read more
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Could Die Happy
Yesterday felt like the day I could die. I got to the top of Mount Katahdin and I felt done — like there wasn’t anything left for me to complete. I stood there, leaning on the sign that read 5,269 ft high, and for a second I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I don’t know Read more
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Balcony Breakfasts & Boat Boy
Twice in the last month, I’ve spent entire days doing absolutely nothing—except being wrapped up in a bed, couch, or dining room table with a man. My phone ceases to exist, school gets tossed out the window, and for a day I get to be blissfully ignorant of all the things I should be doing. Instead, I’m Read more