Sometime, Someplace


I love the thought of New York City during the 1920s.

I romanticize the streets teeming with people, electrified with the child-like wonder of a hopeful generation; smoky jazz bars and the rapid click-clack rhythm of typewriters on the ground floor of a skyscraper. I daydream about young women with pierced ears and foul language, the gawks and shouts of children at their first glimpse of an automobile.

The sense of something new in the air those people must have felt! The world was on the break of urbanization and the masses knew it- a growing city was their oyster, mystery and adventure just a taxi ride away.

I wish I could have been there when people held radio shows as a precious thing;friends and strangers alike gathering shoulder-to-shoulder around the box to hear an old man’s story through the crackle of charmingly bad reception.

I would do anything experience the joy of going to a silent black-and-white movie in the theater. Imagine how passionate the screenplay was, told through brilliant expression and acting, your imagination put to use for the dialog, the creativity and genius required of a director to make it all happen.

I’m proud to think of the rise of the working woman during the 20s, for the first time wearing the same white collars as the men, voting and making a life for themselves. Wearing dresses that got shorter by each passing year, bobbed hair and a sly smile.

I can hear the shouts of small boys selling newspapers on the street corners, its bold-print headlines holding the spirit of the city on its shoulders.

Funny how we romanticize the things we can never have.


Reasons to be a Cat Person!


I have an unconditional love for cats.

A little background, I am the sole cat lover drowning in family of dog enthusiasts. With this in mind, my mom insists that when I move out,  my wonderful cat- who I adore completely- comes with me. Sasha, a little Siamese with electric blue eyes and the spunky attitude of a queen.

There are reasons the Egyptians worshiped cats and not dogs, so here are some reasons why being a person is the greatest.

1. That prrrrrrrrrrr

2.  Head bumps

3.  Sandpaper kisses on your nose

4. Enthusiastic meeeeoooowwww! greetings when you walk into the room

5. They’re the perfect reading buddy

6. They knead you… and then fall asleep on your tummy

7. Cats know when you need a therapeutic snuggle session

8. They are beautiful. Always.

9. The sway of their tail when they sleep, and you imagine what she must be dreaming about

10.You can talk to them, and they talk back

11. naps stretched out in the sunshine puddles

12. Playtime is a blast! No need for expensive toys, just a feather and a shoelace

13. love nibbles on your finger

14. They don’t judge

15. They love you just as unconditionally as you love them

High School Culture Shock


I was not mentally prepared for school today.

Coming off of a week-long break from school, I became accustomed to days dedicated to pleasure; the leisurely afternoons spent reading a novel on my couch, long showers in the evening, nights enjoying a game of monopoly until 3 in the morning with my siblings, waking up the next day on my own to warm sunlight on my cheek.

So you can imagine that opening the doors to my dear old high school today was like a slap in the face to my sanity.

Why is high school so focused on drama and cruel stereotypes, the locker-framed hallways used as a fashion runway to show off, leaving little room for carrying books? I find it frustrating.

I think we take for granted the fact that we are offered a free education. Guys, education doesn’t cost us thousands of dollars a semester! It’s FREE! (Well I guess there are taxes that cover it, but the advantage we have to get education provided to all citizens at no additional cost is pretty incredible.)

Most people do not get this.

Women in the Middle East are often denied education at all. Third world countries don’t provide any education, unless you have money to pay the high costs it demands. (Which sadly, most can’t) On a missions trip to Guatemala I met kids my age that can’t read, but live only a mile away from a school.

A lot of times high school seems hellish and it’s the last place I want to be. I’ll admit it. But sometimes a perspective change helps a lot. 🙂 Sure, everywhere you go there will be people you don’t like and situations you never want to find yourself in, but every day I find myself in a place a lot of people my age dream about being in.

So tomorrow morning as I weave my way through the mass of clicks, couples and teachers with headphones blasting in attempt to drown it all out, I’ll try to appreciate the fact that I’m in school.

I’m learning, I’m reading, and I’m working. Yes, there are problems with the public school system but in the end, I appreciate that I get the go to school every day while so many others can’t.