This month I felt productive: in work and in fun and in growth. July started with a trip to New York City, to visit my sister during the Fourth. I had the fortune to see the holiday in both of my cities: fireworks over the Delaware river, fireworks nearly blocked by skyscrapers. New York is an amazing city — but I love Philadelphia more, and it loves me back. Continue reading
After the first time I had kissed a stranger — in the blushing light of a music festival — I was reeling by how easily it had happened. He had seen me, chatted a little, put his arm around me…the only reason why we didn’t kiss sooner was because I was too naive to realize what he wanted.
In high school, finding someone to kiss would have been much more difficult, to say the least. Not because I wasn’t interested in anyone — but my shy and awkward demeanor didn’t attract boys at my school. The option of hooking up — being physically intimate with someone without the emotional aspect — was never really on the table, mostly because I was idealistic and unpopular, partly because high schoolers are actually more romantic than society portrays them as. Continue reading
You know how when you travel, a place can be nice, but only in a superficial and touristy way? Like, you enjoy it of course, but you don’t feel like there’s enough substance left to visit again anytime soon? I feel that way frequently when I travel — but not for Budapest.
As my sister and I flew from the Netherlands to Hungary, I realized how little I knew about the country. I didn’t know anything about Hungary aside from brief mentions during history class. I hazily imagined a quaint, sleepy city, but really had no idea what to expect. Continue reading
I did not expect, in the heart of a city, to foster some greenery of my own, yet I visit the rooftop deck of my house nearly daily to tend to six lil plants.
I have basil, lavender, chives, oregano, and a mini sunflower. More practical than flora I used to take care of back in suburbia. Purchased as teenage seedlings from the farmers market. I’m not much of a chef myself, but my housemates have used my basil for dishes like lasagna. It delights me to be useful. Continue reading
The door’s bell tinkled as I entered the red-painted restaurant, and the waitress caught my wide-eyed look. “You can have the corner if you’d like,” she said, directing me to far right.
Feeling special, I walked over and sat at an embroidered stool. The tiny counter was attached to a wide window overlooking a castle-like building, some boutiques, and a wheelbarrow full of flowers. There were salt and pepper shakers and a bowl of rock salt on the counter. But I am not special; I’m just traveling alone. Continue reading
June, a landmark month in many ways: it was my first time I was responsible for my own rent, food, and employment. Adulting is hard! I spent most of the month merely adjusting to the new independence. I’ve enjoyed myself immensely, but I’ve also already learned a lot within these few weeks.