Though I may be the tiniest bit Irish, the luck of the Irish seems not to have made it to my blood… yet, at least. Continue reading
In-between moments can be just as memorable as grand finales. This week, share a photo you took on the way to something else.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, maybe this one will make up for all of the blog posts I’ve missed in the past few months. Continue reading
We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014?
Summer 2014 has been uneventful, and so far I really can’t think of a song at all. This may sound depressing, but… well, yeah it’s kind of depressing. Writing, reading, and Netflixing all day every day might sound great, but it’s only great when you’re supposed to be studying in college (pretend you didn’t see that, mom and dad). Toronto, however, was nice. For all you foodies out there, you must go to Old Town Toronto and EAT EVERYTHING. I especially recommend the restaurant Origin. A bit pricey, but well worth it because the food is so unique and freaking delicious.
One song I will really remember in twenty years, though, is the song I listened to while driving over the Tappan Zee Bridge on my way to my first day at college last fall. It was “The Call” by Regina Spektor. Every lyric in this song was so perfect for the occasion. This summer has been that “you’ll come back when they call you” part of the song, “they” being my parents. If you haven’t listened to it before, I strongly recommending clicking here. Or read the lyrics if you’re lazy like me: Continue reading
Ok, so I’m an hour late. Sue me.
We are lost. I say Dad, Dad, Dad over and over again to get his attention, but my father is too busy shielding his pride and the steering wheel. Did we make a wrong turn or did we just have bad directions? I tend to trust instructions coming from satellite images and ever-improving route calculators, but you never know. I started saying Dad again, but only my mother paid attention enough to swat my words away with an annoyed wave.
“Stop chewing your lip. It’s such a bad habit,” my mother said, so I stopped chewing my lip for five seconds. The car screeched into a turn, then another. Around and around we went in the same loop, going many miles yet going nowhere at all.
“Dad. We are lost,” I shouted matter-of-factly.