Back in November, the week of Thanksgiving break (actually, the night before Thanksgiving day), I found myself stranded at 12:35am with fifty other people and steady rain in a parking lot in downtown Los Angeles. Usually, I fly back to the Bay Area from my school in San Diego– if I book my tickets sufficiently in advance, the costs are worth the visit back home; however, this time, I didn’t book my flight tickets early enough. Seat availability plummeted, prices skyrocketed, and I decided that taking the budget-friendly bus would be a good alternative.
I didn’t sleep more than an hour that night. We ended up left in that parking lot for reasons I’m to this day unsure of– the bus driver had stopped, told us all to vacate the bus because we were supposed to transfer, and promptly drove off as soon as the last person had removed their bag from the under-bus storage. Needless to say, there was no transfer.
We were in that parking lot for about an hour and a half until the company sent a replacement bus to pick us up. I tried to doze off again on this bus, but the frigid air blowing through the vents kept my mind active even though my body was craving rest. We made it to San Francisco by seven thirty in the morning, and I reached my home by eight. Continue reading
A couple days late on this tangible reflection, but that’s okay. New Year’s posts are some of my favorites to write just because they give me a great excuse to go down the nostalgia rabbit-hole that is this blog.
Finished with college apps. Feels good.
It’s been a wild seven months full of self-reflection, overthinking, and (admittedly) a touch of despair. Though my writing has been consistent in my journals, I found myself easing up a bit on the blog posts because all of my energy had somehow funneled itself into polishing up those essays. Honestly, the entire process was pretty interesting; sure, I was fairly stressed at some points, but I think it forced me to look at myself in a different light that I think ultimately helped me become more confident in myself. Part of me also thinks that if I were to re-apply to places now, the essays I would write would be very different just because the whole process changed me as a person in many ways– but I’m really glad that I wrote those particular essays to change me in the first place, if that makes any sense. Continue reading
I just read over the posts I wrote for one then two years of running this blog, and to be honest, it was a little bit painful. The extremely rough writing definitely made me cringe at least a little, and it also made me realize that I was far more oblivious to the world than I am now. (This post will probably be equally as bad in another year’s time.)
Videoclips from late May to early August rolled into one video with some thoughts.
It’s been about two weeks since we got back from Spain.
It feels a bit weird since part of me is still in anticipation, like it hasn’t actually happened yet– it all went by so fast, and I honestly can’t believe that it’s July now.
Being in Spain taught me a lot about myself and people around me. I became better at keeping up conversations, I learned how to really compromise, and I came to know when space was needed. I’ve written a lot about the things we did and smaller aspects of different places that I really connected with, but there was a bigger thought that struck me the other day. Continue reading
To me, rooftops have always been intangible places of reflection.
I would read so many stories where the main characters would climb out the window of their room onto the half-dome shaped tiles, laying back and watching the stars up above as they let their mind run free. Equally as wonderful would be when there was company, making it multiple trains of thought instead of just one. Continue reading