I can't believe it's already been two months since I last posted! The summer has taken me by a whirlwind, as it always does. Three months of scheduling freedom is more of a nightmare than a dream -- I'm someone who thrives on routine. I like knowing when to do what, so long as I'm… Continue reading Photo Diary: Summers are Grey
This past weekend, my roommates and I decided to take a break from the urban life. We spent our Saturday morning at Patterson Fruit Farm (8765 Mulberry Road, Chesterland, OH 44026) picking strawberries. It was my first time strawberry picking (and I’ve only been apple picking once before, when I was a teeny tiny little… Continue reading Strawberry Fields and that Analog Feel
Those who know me know that I am not a woman of food. I don’t have a particular fondness for it, and usually don’t care too much about what I eat. Of course, this is in stark contrast with the rising “foodie” culture among social media. Many of my friends are self-professed “foodies” and are… Continue reading Food Diaries: New York City
According to the Davidson Lateralization Theory of Emotions, our left brain hemisphere regulates “approach” tendencies while our right brain hemisphere regulates “withdraw” tendencies. “Approach” includes emotions such as joy, motivation, and even anger – these are emotions that cause us to interact with the world. “Withdraw”, on the other hand, includes emotions such as sadness… Continue reading Approach with Caution and a Camera
As a second-semester junior, I am expected to have the next part of my life charted out. Some of my peers have the rest of their lives planned: where they want to go to graduate school, and to study what, and in which area they envision themselves settling down. I can’t say the same. Up… Continue reading Oh, the places I’ll go?
The story of a woman traveling to find herself is a literary cliché. It usually starts with the woman, successful but unfulfilled and in an emotionally unsatisfying relationship, who breaks off from everything to travel. In her exotic journey, she discovers true love and experiences spiritual (and gustatory) awakening. I cannot say that my Miami… Continue reading A Day at the Villa
Since being back home, I’ve met up with some old friends and revisited some old places. One such place is SoHo, or South of Houston St, a booming shopping and art district in lower Manhattan. Honestly, I’ve become pretty disenchanted with the store offerings at SoHo (and consumerism as a whole), so I’m more interested… Continue reading Old Friends in Old Places