Blog Post 50.
March 14, 2021. Denver. Another Spring storm. Everyone is surprised, of course, because this only happens every single March in this state.
Continue reading the weathermanCategory: places
on going home
Blog Post 43.
I’ve probably already written a blog post to this effect, but I went home (like, home home) last weekend so I’m going to write about it again.
three haiku about a denver spring
Blog Post 39.
I.
There is a snow storm
so no one wants to eat here
Frozen starvation
it is time to reflect (v)
Blog Post 35.
Feeling secure in the world.
Abroad did not change me. But it did allow me to meet more of who I am in the face of uncertainty, in the face of loneliness and in the occasional face of boredom. It gave to me new places and people to love. And it provided yet another opportunity to reaffirm that everything is- and will be- okay.
it is time to reflect (iv)
Blog Post 34.
Saying goodbye to a moment I will never have again.
To people I may never see again.
To dinner at 22H30 (or later).
it is time to reflect (iii)
Blog Post 33.
Knowing that I was growing up.
Part of growing up, I realize, is that metaphor of closing the chapters. I am learning that opportunities only exist up until a certain point in life. That, regardless of the steps I take to keep my options open, the world of which I am a part keeps moving, the universe in which this world exists keeps expanding and the clocks continue ticking. The vastness of what is to come becomes smaller in some ways; the me of the past occupies more space as the me of the future occupies less.
it is time to reflect (ii)
Blog Post 32.
The feeling that my life was happening while I was removed from it.
This is something friends of mine also experienced. It is something difficult to describe. This will be a boring update.
Basically, I’m part of several organizations at school, networks of friends and family and a near-constant presence at the on-campus coffee shop, Beans. Knowing these things were all continuing without me there was both reassuring and disappointingly humbling to the ego.
it is time to reflect (i)
Blog Post 31.
I think it is time I reflect on a few things in my life. I do reflect often- some evenings Madison walks into my room and I’ll be on my bed staring at the wall or ceiling, just thinking about things. But this is short-term reflection: over my day, my week, what is about to happen and what I hope to do better next time. It is a worthwhile practice.
i got robbed in paris
Blog Post 23.
Yep, I, an aware and attentive young woman (who clearly still has a lot to learn), was pick-pocketed a few nights ago in my favorite city (thus far) in the world. The culprit was good, too. But the strongly-built Italian man (also a victim) seated near me, was better.
It happened like this:
j’adore paris
Blog Post 19.
I love Paris. The past weekend, I went to Paris with my abroad program. It was awesome: partly because I got to go with the exceptional people in my program, partly because I got to see more of Nathan there and entirely because, well, it’s Paris.
I was a little concerned that it would be overrated, but was pleasantly surprised by just how much I loved being there. I mean really loved being there.
Kulani Sol 