A day of finding my face near the handwriting of a Founding Father, sipping a fanciful latte, and falling in love with the sunsets on spontaneous wanderings.
Traveling to Columbus on a Tuesday night, I saw one of my music idols take the stage. These are the rosy daydreams of a starry-eyed girl singing about 13 beaches and wild mustangs under her breath.
A non-serious list on how to seriously not give a f---...
What have I learned from Dwight Schrute at 4 in the morning? Quite a lot, actually.
A blog post to explain my blog title, my blog overall, and a quick summery of my inner turmoil as a human being seeking meaning with a blog.