First Quarter? Check.

Hi, everyone.

Has a month really gone by since I last wrote? Yikes. Grad school is busy, alright?

Now that the quarter is officially over, I would like to reflect on the quarter’s many growing moments, lessons, and endless, wonderful gifts. I’ve learned so, so much about myself as a student, a person, a friend, and a human, more than I can completely express. These lessons arose from challenges; interactions; experiences; encounters with different people, ideas, places, and methods than I’m accustomed; all of which on top of the course material I was assigned.

Here are the highlights:

I have so much to learn. This has rang true from the moment I got on a bus going in the wrong direction and ended up lost to the moment I had a conversation with someone about a specific museum-related topic on which my knowledge is extremely limited. My perspective has been so limited, due to geography, situation, and other circumstances that have prevented my even knowing that other perspectives existed. The realization of this alone has inspired me to know more, be more, experience more. I have to continue to grow and change to be the person the world needs me to be, and I am thankful for the upcoming quarters to allow me to continue to do this.

Sometimes people are growing mold on their souls, and there’s nothing you can do. Sometimes people make it their personal mission to be miserable and to make others miserable. These people are everywhere, and there’s little that can be done about that. However, what I’ve learned is that as long as you don’t let that mold grow on you, you remain unaffected. This is, certainly, easier said than done. I, myself, have struggled with this continually throughout not only these past few months but my whole life. Sometimes it is really difficult to keep your head clear of other peoples’ mold. But it’s important to try.

It is so important to take time for yourself. So many times during this quarter, I found myself overwhelmed with the responsibilities on my plate. Some of these had more immediate and pressing deadlines, and others, like internship applications and long-term projects, were not immediate but still looming. At any point, I could have been bogged down in the monotony; the seemingly endless cycle of papers, readings, and assignments; or the dreary weather. And, at times, I did. But, what I learned, what became the best way to cope with the overwhelming number of things in my iPhone calendar and planner, was to take a moment, as long as I could afford without causing worry, to do something for myself, something I enjoyed. Some days, this was just a simple run in the morning to clear my head or a trip to the gym. Others, it was going to get dinner from a restaurant I had walked by a million times but never tried, or a drink with a friend. Others, still, all I could manage to do was make myself a pot of tea, or eat breakfast while watching a TED talk or two (in order to help me out with my first lesson). These were my moments. These were my way to keep my head screwed on (at least a little bit!).

And, perhaps, the greatest lesson of them all: I am right where I need to be, doing what I need to do. While I still have a long way to go academically and professionally, at this very moment I feel I am learning what is necessary, not only for my academic and professional success, but also to be a better human in this life.

I cannot wait for what is to come. But, first, some relaxing days at home with family and friends for the holidays.

x. M

 

Wom[e]n Crush Wednesday

Last night, I had the pleasure of attending the Oiselle Flagship Store for a night of food, fun, and shopping. Sally Bergesen, the founder, CEO, and designer of their beloved Roga shorts (if you haven’t tried them you are missing out) gave a brief presentation on her personal story and how the company began, Flywheel made an appearance to talk about their company and their fun spinning and barre classes with super cool technology–they track your progress on your account online, how awesome is that?!–and then we #flystyle lovers got to shop, bond, and come face-to-face with the company and its apparel.

Oiselle is a #girlboss company; they not only make innovative clothing that is both functional and fashionable, but they also design clothing for all body types and shapes, and for the new runners, all the way to the pros. But the thing that I love more than their clothes (and it’s hard to beat those) is the women both involved in and obsessed with the company. Last night, I met some fun, empowering, inspiring people who are passionate about running and Oiselle (and also Seattle). They welcomed me in with open arms into their community of Birds–and even invited me on group runs with them, which I’ll definitely have to do! I am blown away by the welcoming nature of this crew, and can’t wait to do more with them!

And so, Oiselle Birds of Seattle, this Woman Crush Wednesday goes out to you. Thanks for the inspiration and laughs last night!

x. M

Northwest Tea Festival

One of the things I’m making a point to do in the first few months of living in Seattle (which is also something I would recommend to anyone living in a new city) is getting out to explore and try new things. Seattle has so much to offer as a city (more than anything I’ve previously experienced) and I really want to take advantage of that in the best way possible. It’s been helping me feel more connected to the city and is helping me find a sense of place and purpose here, besides being a UW grad student.

The most recent experience out in the community I’ve had in Seattle was at the Northwest Tea Festival last weekend. A few weeks ago, I was in a sandwich shop and noticed a poster for the festival, and KNEW I just had to attend–I love tea and cannot go a day without it. The poster promised tea samples, informational and educational sessions, and plenty of tea products to peruse and purchase. I couldn’t wait.

After reading through all of the tea tasting sessions and educational sessions, Nick and I decided that Saturday would be a great day to visit. When Saturday morning rolled around, I pulled on my best teacup sweater (a birthday present from my mom) and hopped on the bus to Seattle Center, where the festival was occurring. After paying the $10 admission fee (a small amount considering the amount of tea we sampled, the free reusable shopping tote, and the free porcelain tea cup that we received), we entered the main room of the festival, which was essentially an expo where tea vendors of the Northwest could sample and sell their goods.

It’s safe to say that we sampled pretty much everything the place had to offer! There was so much tea to be consumed and enjoyed. I learned so much about tea leaves, tea preparation, and the tea culture of the Northwest (it’s about as popular as coffee out here!). I took note of some tea houses to visit, and even bought some DELICIOUS black tea from India to enjoy for months to come (provided it lasts that long, of course!). What a wonderful experience!

Me and my tea sweater at the Space Needle in Seattle Center!

Me and my tea sweater at the Space Needle in Seattle Center!

Get out and experience new things where you live, whether you’re a newbie or a local! One of my favorite things to do is to Tripadvisor my own city and see what recommendations it has for visitors to your town. Read the newspaper, follow websites that detail the happenings in your city, do something different you’ve never done before! Explore your home as though you’re a visitor; it may surprise you–you may find where you live is fresh and exciting, even if you’ve lived there forever.

Happy exploring!

x. M

Exploring the City: Yoga to the People

If you’ve been reading this for a while, or if you follow me on Twitter or in real life, you know that I’ve been pretty passionate about yoga lately. Certainly, I’ve been periodically practicing for the past few years, finding a few studios here and there that I’ve really loved (Shoutout to Replenish in Columbus and YogaRoots in Cleveland), but only recently did I begin practicing on a more regular basis. Yoga really stepped into my life at a moment where I really needed it; having been diagnosed with a low lumbar stress fracture and essentially being unable to finish the final season of my one of my true passions, hurdling, I was left feeling down on myself and my physical condition. My physical therapist put me on a no-run plan for an indefinite number of weeks, which devastated me. I needed something, anything, which would make me feel strong and capable the way running, and, specifically, hurdling, had.

Enter yoga. I was told I had a weak back, extremely-tight hamstrings, and the combo of the two would mean a series of back injuries for the rest of my life if I did not change my tune, so I decided to give yoga a more serious try. I bought a month’s package at Studio Oxygen in my hometown and padded in to my first class amid all of the Fit Soccer Moms of Canfield (they should really have a reality TV show about these women). I was hooked–by the end of the summer, I really felt more flexible–I could put my full palm on the ground in standing forward fold!–and stronger than ever, which allowed me to begin running again (I raced a 2 mile at the very end of August and actually hit a PR, which was huge for me–I hadn’t been able to hit a PR in anything running related in over a year, which was extremely frustrating and exhausting–but that’s another story for another time). Seeing the good it has done in me for such a short period of time, I knew at this point that yoga must become a regular part of my life–but how?

The other day, I was walking back from my local Trader Joe’s (or Heaven, as some people know it), having picked up some organic and natural products for a low price, when I stumbled upon a sign that read “Yoga to the People.” Puzzled, I did a quick Google search, which informed me that this was a yoga studio that offered donation-based Vinyasa and hot yoga Bikram-style classes. Donation based essentially means you give what you can, with a suggested donation of $10 per class. Now, $10 per class was pretty much cheaper than any yoga studio I had ever seen, save for the free classes with Amy back in the John Carroll University Rec Center, so I was sold. The next day, I pulled my hair into a top knot, packed my mat and a water bottle, and walked to the studio for a donation-based 60 minute Vinyasa class(it’s less than a mile from my apartment!). Upon walking in, I was greeted by the desk worker, who took my donation and directed me toward the women’s locker room, where I could lock up my stuff and get prepared for class.

This was truly the most intrinsically yoga experience I’ve had to date. People of all walks of life (and in various states of dress) entered the room and joined together in the same practice of yoga. Man and woman, old and young, each paying what they could, doing yoga as it was intended to be practiced. It was truly a poetic experience. I will certainly be back!

Want to see for yourself? Here is their Mantra, taken from their website:

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Yoga for everyone–isn’t what it is all about? Namaste.

x. M

Things You Do When You Live Alone

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This breakfast brought to you by a song and dance party.

As Three Dog Night once wisely put, “One is the loneliest number.” But is it really? I have spent a week entirely alone in an unfamiliar city (my mom and dad left me last Tuesday evening to head back to Ohio) and I don’t really feel that alone. But, at the same time, I also do. It’s a very strange feeling living alone in a city–you’re never really alone, but then you are all at the same time. Some people love this environment–they are meant to be alone to harness their true potential. I do not quiiiite fit into this category. Yet, I’m not the opposite extreme; I do not need to surround myself with everyone I know in order to feel secure or happy. I find myself somewhere in a happy medium: I enjoy being alone and can competently survive alone, but for me to thrive I desire some form of human interaction or enjoyment in order to make my life feel worthwhile. Luckily, in a city like Seattle, this is not too hard to come by. Certainly, it will be easier once school starts and I can interact with my professors and peers on a daily basis (and maybe even make some *gasp* friends), but until then, I am getting by.

Like going to college or working in retail, I honestly think everyone should live alone for at least some portion of their lives. Or, on a smaller scale, they should at least spend some time on their own. When I was in undergrad, my favorite alone-time moments were either when running, eating a solo breakfast or lunch, or during my almost-weekly adventures to a local coffee shop that I love. It was great to just spend a few hours by myself, in my own thoughts, and being my own intrinsic, pure self. I cherished these moments, and would suggest them for anyone. It’s important for everyone to learn to spend at least a little time by themselves. It is truly a great period for personal growth.

After spending a week essentially alone, I have found, in myself, a few tendencies that I will share with you. Maybe these are akin to something you find yourself doing in your own life, or maybe they will help you in your alone moments.

    1. I spend most of my days searching for some form of human interaction. Some times I am just not in the mood to spend the entire day with myself, so I go out in search of people to just be around. Luckily, this city provides me many opportunities and spaces to do this. Some of my favorite days I will just go sit at a coffee shop (like I am right now), drinking some coffee and reading a book, taking in the environment of the place and the presence people around me. Other days, I adventure to weekly happenings like farmer’s markets or craft/flea markets, just to be among other people  (and of course to partake in some wonderful shopping or window shopping).
    2. My good friend, Nick S. told me this would happen, and he is certainly correct: whenever I do have the opportunity for a genuine human interaction, I do not back down. This is best illustrated in my visit to Trader Joe’s this morning: I started up a lengthy conversation (lengthy given that she was a complete stranger) with a woman in the nut aisle because she was struggling to find the walnuts. I also struck up a solid 3-4 minute conversation with my cashier about their wonderfully delicious Chocolate Coconut Almonds (if you have not had these I would highly recommend them).
    3. I play music almost constantly in my apartment. It helps fill some of the empty space that somehow exists even though my apartment is only slightly larger than a large dorm room. Spotify has become my best friend in this regard–their themed playlists have been a huge help. I would also recommend 8Tracks for this, as it has a number of pre-made playlists you can search for by mood/genre. This is fun, as it makes almost everything into a dance party–cooking, cleaning, and getting ready for the day become a lot more fun with my own personal soundtrack!
    4. I also watch a lot of movies. At the end of every day, I settle into my daybed with one of the many movies Netflix offers. I’ve sampled some different genres in the past few nights: comedies, chick flicks, and a pretty gruesome war movie (here is my twitter blast about that, in case you missed it–which let’s be honest you probably did because most of this happened after all you Eastern Standard Timers were in bed)

If you have any good Netflix recommendations, please let me know in the comments below!

All in all, these seem like pretty harmless activities, so I’m certainly not complaining.

x. M

First Impressions

I cannot believe I’ve been here for a full week! After a few days of moving my life into my apartment, I immersed myself in the city of Seattle, as I have detailed in previous posts. Running with the active early risers, drinking coffee among the cafe dwellers, biking with the Burke-Gilman lovers, relaxing in the local parks… I’ve really enjoyed my time here so far.

After a week of being here, I have a few observations about the place that I’d like to share.

  1. Biking here is hard. I mean, really, really HARD. I thought I was at least in decent shape before I moved here, being a pretty dedicated runner for the past few years, but there was one key factor I had previously overlooked: hills. This entire city is covered in pretty significant hills, which make biking (and running) a bit more strenuous of an activity than it was in Ohio. I have never felt so out of shape as when I was slowly pedaling up a hill, gasping for breath, while others whiz by me hauling up hills like Tour De France champions. Granted, they were probably also struggling a little and weren’t actually “whizzing by,” but that’s how it felt to me.
  2. The Runner’s Wave isn’t really a thing out here. You know, the one where you acknowledge another runner’s existence with a quick wave. The non-verbal exchange where you say “I see you out there doing your thing. Keep on keeping on, brother/sister!” while continuing your own run. Well, any interaction here extremely non-verbal, in that it doesn’t really exist. Occasionally, I will pass another runner who will smile or give me a nod, but I suspect generally they run by and wonder why this blonde midwestern chick is smiling at them like a fool. At this point it’s important to note that I feel as though people can tell I’m from the midwest–perhaps they can smell it on me, like the smell of farmland and corn and high school football or something. It’s not that runners are unfriendly here, but they are not overly friendly. It’s as though they acknowledge the others’ hustle without feeling the need to interrupt it. Which I respect, but I certainly need to adjust to that. Now, I’m probably looking for an overly-friendly runner because I’m in desperate need of running buddies, so I’m sure once I find those I’ll be better.
  3. People here are pretty great, actually. They’re not as unfriendly as people say–I’ve read about accounts of the “Seattle Freeze,” which means that locals are generally cold to other folks. Now, I’ve found that this isn’t true–people here have been warm and friendly for the most part so far, even when I admit I’m not from here (which, as I said above, I’m sure they could tell from a mile away). That brings me to my next point, which people have told me about other western cities before: that most people are not actually from here. In fact, I met a woman from Northeast Ohio just the other day, and we talked like old pals about our hometowns. She welcomed me to the city, told me I made a wise choice, and then told me I could contact her at any time if I had any questions. Of course, I would–if only I could remember her name. Silly me.
  4. Seattleites do not feel temperature. Ok, so this might be a complete lie, but I feel like I’m missing something with the way people are dressed. Today, I went on a run in a sports bra and shorts–it was 70+ degrees, of course– and yet I passed a woman in full tights and a long sleeved shirt. This woman must have been overheating, as I was dressed for a much warmer temperature and yet I was sweating. But she was just carrying on as if nothing phased her. After passing her, I noticed another woman biking to work or to do some shopping or other leisurely activity wearing long pants and a sweater, again looking completely relaxed. Even last week on a colder day (mind you, it was still 55-60 degrees), some people on the streets were wearing light down jackets. Considering I was not wearing a coat and was feeling just fine, I was a little puzzled by this. Still haven’t reached any real conclusions on this, so I’ll have to investigate this further.

I’m certain, as in the case with any first impressions, that some of these will change as time goes on and I become more acquainted with this city. I will, of course, add to this list in new posts as new observations candidly arise.

x. M

P.S. This post was sadly without a picture, so I’ll include this nice one I took yesterday at Lake Washington.

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Restaurant Rave: Ivar’s Salmon House

If you know me, you know how much I love salmon. So much so, in fact, that I tweeted about it:

I suppose there are worse things to be obsessed with, potential for mercury poisoning aside. But salmon is everywhere out here, as it is a locally caught fish–there is even a Salmon Homecoming Festival that I definitely have to check out! Seattleites and Washingtonians LOVE their salmon.

Ivar's Salmon House

Ivar’s Salmon House

My parents’ last day here, we went to a local salmon place we found a few days previously. It looked like an awesome venue right on Lake Union, and, as seafood lovers, we were really excited to give it a try. The name of the restaurant was Ivar’s Salmon House, and from the moment we arrived it did not disappoint. The inside and outside of the building were decorated in the style of Pacific Northwest Native American Art (think: totem poles and canoes), and the interior was HUGE. However, all of this paled in comparison to the outdoor patio where we chose to dine–right on the water of Lake Union, where you could take in views of the water and the city, watching boats go by as you enjoy your delectable fish entree. The only real negative was that the I-5 bridge was not far away, so you could hear cars whizzing by, but even that did not put much of a damper on the atmosphere.

Northwest Tribal Art-Inspired Interior of Ivar's Salmon House sets the stage for their authentic Salmon experience.

Northwest Tribal Art-Inspired Interior of Ivar’s Salmon House sets the stage for their authentic Salmon experience.

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The waterfront patio of Ivar's Salmon House was the perfect venue for eating seafood!

The waterfront patio of Ivar’s Salmon House was the perfect venue for eating seafood!

If the views were all this restaurant had to offer, I would still recommend this place to a friend–the views were spectacular. However, the food was absolutely fantastic. I ordered the Coho “Silver” Salmon, which comes with a papaya-ginger glaze, shallot roasted fingerling potatoes, and sautéed spinach. Wow, what a meal. I had to keep closing my eyes to ensure that the food was actually good and it wasn’t just the atmosphere that was altering my palate. But, indeed, this salmon was fantastic–among the best I’ve ever eaten. Their salmon was prepared using a special Native American method that gives the salmon a subtle smoky flavor–cooking it over an open fire of just Alder wood.

The Coho "Silver" Salmon. Delicious beyond words.

The Coho “Silver” Salmon. Delicious beyond words.

All in all, it was a wonderful, quintessentially Pacific Northwest experience. I would HIGHLY recommend this restaurant to anyone, local or tourist.

x. M

A Seattle Whirlwind

    
Wow! What a crazy first few days out here in the West! It was nice to have my parents out here for a few days while I got settled and adjusted to this new life and new home. While we made many, MANY trips to Ikea and Target (see photo below), we also had some time to do some exploring and sightseeing around the city.

 

So many Ikea boxes!

 
Of course, we hit up some local coffee shops as an energy source to fuel our moving-packed days. These, naturally, did not disappoint. A personal favorite of ours, The Ugly Mug Cafe (Here’s a review of it on SeattleCoffeeScene.com), is located only a few minutes from my apartment in the University District. This coffee shop provided all of the charm and comfort I look for in a coffee shop, along with a damn good cup of coffee. I ordered a Mexican Mocha, which was arguably the best mocha I’ve ever tasted: chocolate and espresso flavors, with a little cinnamon kick. It provided the perfect defense for a slightly chilly Seattle morning. Plus, the atmosphere of the coffee shop was exceptionally welcoming and shabby chic without being stuffy; this served as an excellent retreat from the bustling life in the U-District. I can definitely see myself sitting in this little coffee shop reading a book or working on schoolwork and sipping on a delicious espresso beverage.

 

Enjoying my Mexican mocha.

  

A sampling of The Ugly Mug’s atmosphere.

 When we weren’t drinking coffee or carrying boxes or bags upstairs to my apartment, we also went downtown to see the sights and do some quintessentially Seattle touristy things. We, of course, paid a visit to Pike Place Market to check out the local food and wares for sale at this daily market. Only closed on Thanksgiving and Christmas and open since 1907, this market is essentially a Seattle institution, a place where locals go to get their produce and fish and also where tourists flock to people watch and buy local goods. While the food sections of the Market are great, I am always particularly captivated by the crafts sections–there are always truly remarkable things to peruse and purchase. I plan to return to wander around more, especially once I figure out how to avoid the crowds!

 

The Iconic Pikes Place Market sign.

  

A colorful flower stand in the market.

  

The quirky gum wall outside the market. Many people come here to affix their chewing gum of choice to the wall. Certainly an interesting part of the local character!

  

This guy was playing violin on the street to raise money for his family’s mission trip to the Philleppines. We were very impressed with his talent and his discipline. He stood so still and played his violin without fear, despite being surrounded by hundreds of people.

 We also ate at some wonderful restaurants. I will, of course, go into more details later as I would like to dedicate entire posts to what I’ve been eating and drinking, but I must tell you, the food culture here is great. Just about everywhere you look is a restaurant fully of culinary achievement. I am certain that you could come to Seattle and do nothing but eat and leave completely satisfied. I, myself, have eaten a lot of salmon since I have been here–it is one of my favorite foods and is much more readily available in the PNW than it was in Ohio–and it has been nothing but fantastic!

It was absolutely wonderful to have my parents here in Seattle with me. Neither of them had ever been to the area and it was fun to see them enjoy this wonderful city. I cannot wait for them to return to visit!

x.M

For the times, they are a-changin’

Changing time zones, that is. 

Whomp. The adjustment to a new time zone (three hours behind that of my home state) has proven to be a more difficult task than I had previously assumed. Between attempting to communicate with those still in the Eastern time zone at home to developing strange sleeping/exhaustion/eating patterns, the time has constantly been on my mind today. 

This struggle with time began Thursday night at about 10 PM PT/ 1 AM EST. After arriving at the Sea Tac Airport, my parents and I drove to our hotel, located a few miles north of the city. On our way, we resolved to drop off our belongings in the hotel room upon checking in, and then find a place to eat–our flight time did not allow for us to eat dinner before getting on the plane, and aside from a few mid-plane Sour Patch Kids and Peanut M&Ms (my personal favorite travel candies), we had not eaten since lunch, many, many hours ago. We quickly surveyed the area and discovered nothing was open except a nearby Buffalo Wild Wings–a local establishment you’ve probably never heard of. 😉 While we were at the restaurant and when we were heading back to the hotel, my dad kept asking what time it was. When I would tell him the local time, he would reply, “No, what’s the time back home?” My response was always a quick and honest “You really don’t want to know.” Because, mainly, it’s true. That’s the first thing I’ve learned rather quickly about dealing with the time difference: you do NOT want to think about what time it is back home. This will only make things worse: you will get more tired and/or will be even more confused or thrown off by the time. It’s best to live in the moment–but seriously, live in whatever time zone you are presently. This is truly the best way to adjust, or at least to cope with your jet-lagged exhaustion. 

I, for one, was not good at taking this advice Friday morning. I awoke as any girl adjusted to Eastern Standard Time who is used to waking up around 8:30-9AM would do: at 5:30AM PT and wide awake. Even after attempting to lay there for a while, I decided around 6AM that I should simply accept my fate and remain awake. I went downstairs to the hotel breakfast to make some tea, wondering why the place wasn’t more packed before remembering it was merely 6AM. At this point, I decided to give N a call to update him on the trip. After a few rings, he answered the phone with, “Why are you awake?” 

The only answer I could give was, “Because this time change thing is a bitch.” 

Because it is. For now. I am looking forward to when I am more adjusted. But for now, there’s coffee. And, thankfully, I’m in the right city for that!

x. M

P.S.  I promise all of these posts won’t be be titled with references to music from the 60s. Or references to music in general. But, it is a pretty good song, so you might as well give it a listen

Leaving On A Jet Plane

  
As I sit here, nestled into my hotel bed in the strange territory that is Pacific Time, I contemplate my journey today. It began, as most journeys unfortunately do, with a sense of frazzled urgency, with a side of major anxiety on the side. We left the house in a hurry, only to realize we had forgotten things that required turning around to retrieve. Our lunch, which we had hoped to be a quick pit stop, turned into a more lengthy event than we had hoped. The airport, as I had anticipated, was somewhat of a logistical nightmare. Luckily, our flight was delayed, otherwise I don’t think we would have made it altogether! Safe to say I was full of anxious energy.

Don’t get me wrong: I love flying. There is something so romantic about it; the hustle and bustle of people shuffling to and fro, traveling from one end of the world to another. Merely being amongst this in an airport setting conjures swells of excitement within me. Today, especially, I was in disbelief. You see, none of this feels quite real yet. I feel as though I could wake up and be in Ohio at any moment, going about my regular business. I am not sure when that moment of clarity will strike, or what form it will take when it does. However, I hope that this will all feel more real (at least in a good way) very very soon. 

To me, the best part of flying is getting the window seat. I saw on Twitter once a tweet that read “Let me have the window seat so I know it’s real,” and I think there may be some genuine truth to that. I love to sit and watch the patchwork quilt that is the American landscape unfold in front of me. Flat plains, snowy mountain tops, and cityscapes all blend together to create one remarkable American terrain, full of character and differences, just like the nation’s citizens. And to have a front row seat to watch this all occur–wow. It certainly enriches the airplane experience. 

I miraculously survived 4-5 hour flight without any complete meltdowns, which I find to be a pretty significant accomplishment, being that I am generally too fidgety and movement-oriented for my own good. I would love to tell you more, but my first piece of advice from Adrian, my best friend and fellow West-Coast transplant, states that I must get some sleep because “jet lag is not kind.” That’s all I have for now, I promise more updates as I move into my apartment, which I begin doing tomorrow! 

x. M