it’s april eleventh, two-thousand-fifteen at eight-fifty-two in the morning. i have an iced vanilla latte, pomegranate cherry juice, a journal with an rei sticker in the shape of home (aka oregon), and my laptop playing a live performance of norah jones. this is my perfect self on my perfect saturday morning.

but i have a cynical streak that’s gaining confidence, and i decided to take time off college one term away from graduating. one of the two pairs of jeans i own is tearing apart at the seams (literally), and i’m just too picky about pants that i reject every tried-on pair. my poor husband (whom i married after knowing for five months).

this is a record of life as i know it.

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