It’s Christmastime [wait...what the...you knew?!?].
It feels like seconds ago that I graduated, hugged my housemates [tearfully] goodbye, and left Wake; only a few breaths since I arrived in New York, bright-eyed and shaking with anticipation.
I started class. Got a job [that I love]. Added one more and an internship.
The semester ended. And the internship.
And cozying up in the warm corners of my favorite coffee shops…so did new friends.
Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the East River, the violent clip of shoes on a sidewalk, and blaring cab horns.
When the hurricane hit, I boarded up my windows, shared my power strips, and commiserated with what finally felt like “My City.”
[It's a big but...] I’m ready for a week off.
Ready to snuggle with my sisters in our childhood beds. Ready to burrow my head in the warm [and smelly] neck of my dog. Ready to wake up and fall asleep to familiar footsteps pacing a very familiar wooden hallway.
The winter weather is a perfect send-off to a hopefully white, St. Louis Christmas!
I’ve got some fun posts planned for this week, so check back if you’ve got time between your sips of eggnog and wrapping of presents.
Here’s to the happiest of happy holiday weeks!






































































