I have never considered moving to Florida. I moved here six months ago and if you asked me eight months ago, I truly could not have predicted this. I had no plans to leave California after my lease ended in August. Comparing my first move from Alaska to California required a different kind of preparation than my second move to Florida. But leaving both states felt nearly the same. I missed California faster, around the three month mark. My lease was only six months though, so

I have been lucky enough to grow up with a sister who is five years older than me. This meant she was able to tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing from a position slightly ahead of wherever I was. Not that our lives have been anything close to similar, but there has been some overlap. Having a sister five years older than you means you watch a lot before you can comprehend it. Breghan has given me so much advice, some that contradicts itself, but I don't bring it to h

I recently signed a new lease. I'm moving to a city I've wanted to live in since I understood what it was, with one of my closest friends, right underneath another dear friend. In simpler terms, I'll be living with two close girlfriends in a place I love, and I'm more prepared for this move than my past ones. This week has been the first time in months that I'm allowing myself to step back and enjoy the present. Writing without it leaving my journal, going to the beach with a

I hate scrolling on TikTok, but post-nap it was all I could do for thirty minutes. And I got pulled into watching videos on extreme sports. This isn't the first time. They come up on my feed often. And every time, I question why people participate in something that stresses out your body. For months before, during, and after, your body is put under these large amounts of stress that aren't inherently good for you, but people are still drawn to them. Extreme sports do pique my

My writing feels so dull recently. I believe in what I write and I like to keep it vulnerable, but if I am going to get really vulnerable, I am bored. I am so tired of not taking advantage of my youth. I am so young and I am spending my Friday nights in? I sound so lame and I am tired of being lame. I want to talk about sober culture and how I think it might be building a more unhealthy relationship with substances than we believe. I want to talk about how going on dates is h

I used to sit in my bed and write about my life in my twenties. It was simple for me to visualize it all in order with detail. I could get very specific at fifteen. I'm at the age I wrote about, but the plan has only gotten more complicated. To a point where I don't think there's an outline anymore. I've been introduced to so much I had never considered. This is normal, I'm aware. Your life will change, a lot, all the time. But visualizing what I want feels impossible. It's l

I am tired of overthinking everything. Waiting to see who else is interested in following through on the plans before I admit I'm way too available, playing out what I'm going to say fifty times before I say it. I've started to notice that hesitation has more to do with image management than it does with logistics. There's this fear that I think lingers within a lot of us 20-something-year-olds. We don't want to look like we're trying too hard. None of us can care more than t

In middle school, I had a friend with a liking to comment on who we would all be, where we would go, and what we would do. I was drawn to New York, making my life out to be urban and refined. Others were outdoorsy and drawn to traveling, the mountains, and fresh air. We were thirteen, but my life felt decided without me doing so. I was annoyed by these conversations, not because they were ill-intended, but because they implied there was a role I was supposed to play. The rebe

Cars have never just been machines. They've always been a visible broadcast of taste, identity, and status. Hence why I don't like men who drive red Toyota Corollas. I couldn't date a man with taste like that. Some of this can be very apparent. A Ferrari is flashy, and a Mustang can be nostalgic. But if you don't have a certain eye for cars, things can quickly be missed. The details, the small choices, specific shades of paint, and logos that say something about who made the

Affirmations are branded as an aesthetic in 2026. I can barely scroll Pinterest without seeing a corny quote like, “I am so financially stable that my pockets are used to bless others.” That might tell you more about my goals than you needed to know, but I want to be clear. I don’t mean to put a negative connotation on “aesthetic” or “corny” in this instance. Affirmations are a great tool, but I've become interested in the science behind what’s covering my vision board. An af

I keep seeing people repost videos with the caption, "Never Been Hated By Someone I'd Trade Places With." It's seen as some spiritual mic drop. Like the person reposting it has some higher level of emotional intelligence. Like, the situation is closed because they decided they actually don't want your life? Every time I read it, it feels like armor. Not wisdom. Because if you really didn't care, you wouldn't need to repost that sentence at all. There's something alluring abou

I've recently been preoccupied with what I post, where I post it, and who can see it, as well as who shares it and where it is being shared. This kind of vigilance was more prominent when I first began posting. What surprised me was its return. It's been long enough that I no longer considered this to be a concern. And if you've read my blog (prior to the change of platforms), you would know I distrust emotions without reason. Which brought me to exploring this self-conscious

A girl starts posing in front of a camera, with a city background, her structured bag tucked under her arm. She might turn to the side and then drop her shoulder, adding casual movement. You'll likely see her in ballet flats, a button-up jacket, and there's pastel hidden between her skirt and boots, too. Or maybe the pastel appears loudly. The camera is steady, held by something solid, holding the frame intentionally. In front of her body and bag, you'll see text in a pastel

In a time when much of the internet is focusing on their authenticity, you should focus on your charisma. To be authentic is to be comfortable with your values and emotions, having the privilege of expressing them without shame or pretense. To have charisma is to possess this magnetic personality that draws others to you, but not just on the surface level. It is the ability to connect. You can blame the pandemic and lack of human interaction during those years, maybe. Or mayb

The mornings I find myself yearning for involve the smell of bacon, seeping through the bottom of my door. There isn’t much noise, aside from the sound of bacon sizzling in the kitchen. On those mornings, I always felt my best getting out of bed. Not because there was a promise of exciting activities, but because it was slow.  I don’t live at home anymore, but I still get to experience the mornings that make me forget the weight of my responsibilities. They usually involve a