Growing Up Reading

Growing Up Reading

Being anyone I wanted to be in any world I wanted to be in.

Growing up, I was always reading. I went through a book a week when I was reading at my slowest and a book a day when I was reading at my best. Reading at my slowest didn't necessarily mean that the book wasn't as good or that I was lazy. Reading at my slowest meant that I had a ridiculous amount of homework, softball games and practice every day, and that reading was taking over my sleep schedule. Reading at my best meant that I was ignoring all homework, in the middle of a series, begging my mom to take me to Barnes & Noble the second I finished a book to get the next one.

Books were always there for me, an adventure awaiting to take me into any world I was in the mood for. Barnes & Noble was a magical place, the closet leading to Narnia, the portal into any world. I could pick up hundreds of different hardcovers or paperbacks and read the synopsis on the back or peruse the first chapter to see what caught my attention and test out the next journey I wanted to take.

Sometimes it was impossible to choose and I would excitedly wander around Barnes & Noble with a stack of ten books and the promise of finding the perfect adventure. Sometimes I would beeline to the next book of a series that I had been anticipating, something new by one of my favorite authors, or a book I had researched online while waiting for my mom to take me. But even at those times when I knew exactly what I wanted,it was still impossible to just take that one book. It was inevitable that I would sit in my favorite spot just outside of the cafe with a stack making lists of what to get now, what to keep on my to be read list, and what not to get.

After many of these weekly, biweekly, or daily trips, my room became a personal library. My goal was to have my room smell like brand new books like the intoxicating scent that enveloped me every time I opened the doors to Barnes & Noble. I never got to have enough books to make this a reality, but I had enough books to overflow my bookshelf, forcing me to stack books on my dresser, my tv stand, my nightstand, and even the floor. The books surrounded me and I loved each one. I picked them out painstakingly, making sure the books felt perfect in my hand and were in pristine condition.

My room back home was filled with hundreds of kingdoms and it was comforting to be able to pick up any story I was reminiscing about and take on the persona of the main character. Unfortunately, I had to leave my books behind and I've been craving them lately. I've wanted to go back into the world of the comfortable land and journey of the Evermore series, I've wanted the adventure of Busy Monsters, I've wished to reread Still Alice like it was the first time and I didn't remember the impact it had on me.

I miss my books and the promise of adventure and I can't wait to escape back into them when I get the chance.

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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My First College Gal Pal Road Trip Was Amazing

Every girl should have one good girls trip.


In some way or another, everybody has a list of things they want to do in their lives before it's all over. After all, we're human. There's adventure to be had in every life. One thing I have always wanted to do before I grew too old and grey was go on a road trip with my gal pals to the beach. A couple weeks ago, I achieved this memorable milestone, and it allowed me to open up to new surroundings and experiences.

On this trip, I went with two of my friends from college, Kait and Lindsey, to visit my roommate Elizabeth in Virginia Beach. This was pretty big for Lindsey and I because neither of us had been to Virginia Beach before. Thankfully Elizabeth and Kait knew their way around the city, so we never got lost on our way to and fro.

Like most vacations, my favorite parts probably took place at the beach. I'm always at utter peace stomping through mushy sand or leaning down to splash the salty water that tries to knock my short self over. We took pictures and did something us college girls rarely have time to do especially in school: Relax.

The four of us did not live up to the crazed stereotype of girl trips in movies. Although I finally got a chance to sing along to Taylor Swift in a car ride with my friends, so that's always a plus. We played "Top Golf" one day, and by some miracle, I actually won the second game by a fair amount after much humiliation in the first one. We visited some of Elizabeth's family, and I finally got to meet her giant dog Apollo (I call him 'Wolf Dog'). Everyday was another chance to ask with enthusiasm: "So what are we doing today?"

Our trip wasn't like the movies where we all cried or confessed our deepest darkest secrets. Everything the four of us shared was laughter and this calm feeling of being at home, in the chaotic peace of each other's company. We understand each other a little better due to finally seeing what we're like outside of Longwood University. After this, all I can say is that we're most definitely planning the next one!

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