My art history advisor told me today "I remember you were a great writer, but you never talked in class."
I guess this blog is a representation of just that. Minus the writing.









So I know it's been forever, but I'm still too tired and exausted right now to make a proper post. I all honestly, I'm not going to guarentee one until I move in 3 weeks. My trip(s) were fantastic to say the least and more necessary than I ever imagined. It never ceases to amaze me how being displaced in a completely different culture/environment allows you to reevaluate your life and the world you live in. (I have no idea why that text is showing up as a link, nor do I know how to change it.) Regardless, it was the experience of a lifetime, followed by slow transitions of more vacations in Florida and Eastern N.Carolina. Alas, I'm home. And for the first time in the entire 5 years I've lived in Blacksburg, this is the first time it actually feels like I've come home. This is the first time this town has felt more like home to me than Winter Park, and I'm thankful for it. I don't know if it was my cute (slightly slimmer) dog waiting for me, or just the excitement of what's to come in the next year, but I'm glad to be home.




So I finally found the ideal vintage one piece bathing suit that I have been searching for ever since I fell in love with cupcakes and stopped doing sit ups in the summer. I feel so sophisticated and slightly granny in it and I cannot wait to wear it in Australia. Unfortunately I don't think it's gonna happen seeing as we are visiting in their winter. Oh well, it still has a special spot in my suitcase.















