Welcome!
Welcome to my blog- this is where I record my thoughts, dreams, plans, and goings-on, whenever or if-ever I want to. I wanted to create an internet home-base to return to, much in the style of tumblr-blogging back in the day but more self-contained. I found the busyness and noise of social media too overwhelming, and got tired of constantly being sold or sold to. So I created this personal writing oasis to house whatever I want to share of myself. I’ve always been inclined to write and wanted to maintain an outlet for that practice without confining it to Instagram captions or hiding it exclusively away in journals. Welcome! Read along as I get this place started, or don’t. Either way, I’m happy you stopped by.
Hello! I’m a 27-year old woman living in Seattle, Washington. To keep it short and sweet, I’m an avid walker, reader, and writer, and I am learning how to crochet and play guitar, write a novel, begin volunteering… among other plans I have for 2025 and beyond. It’s a bit of a scary world out there right now, especially here in the States, but I’m trying to remain hopeful and keep moving forward. In one sense, the future has never been more uncertain, but in another, I have never felt more like myself than I do right now.
Here, I’ll be writing about topics ranging from current events, social issues, and politics (I do have a degree in international relations, after all), book reviews as I work through my very long TBR, to updates on my hobbies, the new music I’m listening to, and updates to my personal style- among other things.
Thanks for being here!
About Me
My most recent post:
Saying goodbye
Note: This was written in mid-January
Before you get worried, no, I’m perfectly fine. This isn’t a cry for help or anything to be concerned about. But it is a closing chapter of sorts, in the sense that you need one of those to start the next book in the series. I’ve been re-evaluating my life a lot lately, and the conclusion I’ve come to is that it’s time for me to divest from the things that sap my energy and my joy in order to reinvest in the things that truly make life worth living. Maybe you relate to this. Or not- but either way I invite you to hear me out.
The last several days I’ve been sick with one of the nastiest head colds I’ve had in awhile. It might be RSV or the flu. Either way, I’ve spent a lot of time lying flat on my back with nothing to do except scroll on my phone, hack up a lung, or sleep. It turns out the crushing weight of the world and the crushing weight of a viral load don’t go all that well together. As I’ve gotten older, social media and the intensity of online life has begun to feel overwhelming, like a constant droning background noise that’s hard to escape but hard to resist. I’m only human: I want connection, I want to know what’s going on, I want to laugh, and I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity I might only find if I stay stuck there, scrolling and hoping and wondering what’s next. But the cost has become too high. I get tense and aggravated every time I see an advertisement and the beginning of certain songs now make me grit my teeth from the sheer overplay (R.I.P., Too Sweet by Hozier, among others).
Now, I find myself missing the internet of my childhood. Not in its entirety, mind you- the internet of my childhood was a bit too lawless.
