The In Between (Boston and London edition)

The view from my dorm.

The view from my dorm.

With a flip of my (extremely long at this point) hair, the fall semester of my junior year at BU appears to be over. After a semester of literal blood, sweat, and tears, I have to say this ending seems more bitter sweet than others.

Being a junior in college is great. You know who your friends are, you’ve declared your major, you’re on your way to becoming…well, a real person. So to end a semester filled with friends and fun, pack everything up into (6!) boxes and move out of your comfort zone of beautiful Boston to study abroad in London–seems a little terrifying to say the least.

Anywho, my family packed me up and moved me out of my dorm of two years at BU, to return next fall–my senior year of college. Let me repeat, I will not return to Boston until my senior year of college. Let that sink in. While that is only 9 months away, that is insane to think that the next school year I spend in Boston will be my last as an undergrad.

I feel like just yesterday I stepped off of the plane at Logan Airport into the tundra of possibilites that Boston holds. Now, I find myself two and a half years older, substantially wiser (in my opinion), diabetic, and with a whole new outlook on life.

Life isn’t always the perfect creme brulee. I am finding that perhaps, it’s those low moments (in blood sugar and life) that define us. Maybe, those lows make the highs all the better, make the good times shine brighter than the shadows of the darkest days. (Wait, were those song lyrics?)

Although I miss my amazing friends already, I cannot wait to make new ones in London, and explore a country new to me. I cannot wait to travel and taste and see new things. I cannot wait to meet new people. I cannot wait for tea and crumpets and accents! London seems like a new page–not an end to an old book, but more like a new chapter to an ever-growing novel.

This is real, this is me, these are my thoughts. el oh el.

Happy Holidays everyone! Expect a few more posts before I hop across the pond (as they say).

Stay classy! To my friends up north, stay warm!


The Beauty in Boston


With a view like this, who needs the Eiffel Tower or the Statue of Liberty? JK I’m a huge fan of other cities and like traveling in general. I digress.

I am lucky enough to intern at an office right around the corner from this magnificent sight. So, when I got to work early yesterday with my camera in hand, i thought, what better time to snap some pics and practice for my photo journalism class. These photographs are beyond amatuer but the scene is so beautiful, it’s kind of hard to take an ugly pic.




I hope this post finds you all well, and I hope you enjoy this purely pictures post. #consonance #getonmylevel


Back at it

Back to school. SO many freshman. As I sit in the student union doing some creeptastic people watching, while avoiding my already growing pile of homework, I realize that this is my third year in Boston. Three years in this beautiful city.

A good friend reminded me this morning of how much i’ve changed since coming to college. I am no longer the naive wide-eyed girl from the Florida-Georgia line. I’m a big city girl who survived heartbreak, time away from my family- yes my twister, a summer in New York and now diabetes (well that one’s still a work in progress). Everyone changes with time; when I look at my friends from high school I see the evidence of time. The friends that we keep, the friends that we make and the people that we meet all alter our personalities, perception and experiences in life.

I’m really lucky to have the people in my life that I do, especially here in Boston.

I digress. Anywho, side-note, look at dat view doe from my window. Thanks bean town. Here’s to a great year ladies and gents!




Just some of da crew

As I prepare to go back to Boston for my Junior year of college (Oh em gee, I cannot believe time is going by so quickly) I find all of my friends leaving for school while I relax in the Florida sun… alone. One downside about going to a school up north while most of my friends stayed below the Mason-Dixon-Line, remains the different breaks our schools plan.

Much like the Brooklyn Bridge, the structure of my life seems suspended between two paths carrying the weight of others, all while being held up by an array of narrow wires lofted precariously over the dirty Hudson river.

Dramatic, I know, but hey take me as I am.

I read once that life in your twenties serves as some of the most amazing and terrible times of a person’s life. On one end you have transience, living in different places by the month, leaving loved ones behind for a future that no one can tell. On the other end, you meet new people, change your place, learn from the world and learn about yourself.

Maybe life is full of bridges. Maybe most bridges aren’t one way, because one direction can always lead you home. I know that my life is half in Boston and half in Florida, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have a foot in each place.

So, as my friends prepare to leave and I stay behind for a few more weeks, I hope you think of these next semesters apart as a sort of bridge. Remember that you can always come home, and that a path always exists towards someone you love (especially if it’s towards me in Boston). When I get homesick freezing my butt off in the frozen tundra that is the north-east, I plan on looking at this picture I took, reminding myself of where I can go, and that perhaps the beauty is in the journey and not the destination.


Ta Ta For Now to my friends from home, and my Boston loves, I’m coming for you- in 2 weeks. I need some R&R before seeing your beautiful faces.

Keep an eye out for some fashion posts next week!