The Last One

Life is a journey. It’s always moving, always changing. We can’t rely on consistencies but have to learn how to go with the flow.

I learned this when I was dropped off for my first day of college in 2012.

After weeks of preparation, I still wasn’t ready to move on. I wanted my world to stay the same. But it was time to gain new experiences and part from the life I had grown to be so comfortable with.

It took me a while but eventually, I closed the previous chapter of my life and opened a new one at college.

This blog has been a journey; one that has enriched my journey and helped me grow.

Unfortunately, however, this journey has come to an end. I’m off to summer camp to grow as a counselor and leader, meaning I have to put my writing on hold.

Thank you to my readers for being invested in this blog. Thank you for reading what I have to say. And thank you for allowing me to share my memories. I hope, if anything, this blog has encouraged you to take a break from the craziness of life to reflect on the memories that shaped who you are.

Remember that life is a journey. A journey that should be remembered.

This Was My Childhood

I was creative. My sister and I didn’t rely on electronics, or toys for that matter, to have fun. We played hide and seek. We climbed the tree in our backyard. When my dad finally trusted us with his video camera, we filmed movies with our Playmobil figures.

Hannah and I learning a song on our great grandma, Barboo's, piano
Hannah and I learning a song on our great grandma, Barboo’s, piano

This was my childhood.

I laughed a lot. One person that made me laugh in particular was my Uncle Doug. Whenever he visited, he brought with him a new story that always had me in stitches. Or a new joke that I would tell to my classmates the next day. I grew up with a family that wasn’t afraid to be goofy. A family that never wanted to take life so seriously.

Me, Mom, Hannah, Grampa, and Uncle Doug in the back.
Me, Mom, Hannah, Grampa, and Uncle Doug in the back.

This was my childhood.

I had a lot of friends. Every Saturday after soccer practice, I would go to Tess’s house since she lived right next to the field. On weekdays, I would go to Hannah’s house and bounce on her trampoline: my mom even let me sleep over her house on school nights a few times. Every Friday night, Maddie, Emily and I would have a sleepover. Whether it was watch “Madeline” for the hundredth time or play Crazybones in Maddie’s basement, we always had something to do.

My eighth birthday party.
My eighth birthday party.

This was my childhood.

My mom had cancer. Breast cancer. I was in middle school, unsure of how to handle these emotions. Up until that point, life for me had been carefree. Now I had this dark cloud over my head every day: would I lose my mom? That’s when I met God. He knew I wasn’t going to lose my mom and when I prayed for her to get better, He answered that prayer. My mom has been in remission for seven years.

Mom and I conquering  the ropes course at the camp I work at this past Fall
Mom and I conquering the ropes course at the camp I work at this past Fall

This was my childhood.

My life overflowed with love. 

Hannah, Grampa and I
Hannah, Grampa and I

This was my childhood.

New Blog: Poetriotales

Hey Everyone!

Check out my new blog over here! It’s a co-authored blog with two of my friends Paul and Zach (click on their names to check out they’re respective, awesome blogs). As three college kids with a passion for writing and figuring the world out, this blog is a compilation of our poetry and different interpretations of a variety of pictures, lyrics and topics. Coming this week, Paul will be analyzing one of his favorite song lyrics and building original writing off of them. We’re excited to write it and we hope you’re excited to read it!