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At times I wonder why I left. I ask myself if "exploring" could mean a Southie apartment with friends or "taking a chance" has to mean uprooting the familiar and planting yourself in the unknown. I don't really know the answers to these questions and I don't know if I ever will. I took a [...]

Are you writing about me?

Are you writing about me?

There she was, sitting in La Colombe. Typing away on her marble-skinned MacBook wearing thick, square glasses. Ray Bans, perhaps. Thick, dark hair pulled back in a messy ponytail with a wool gray scarf draped around her neck sipping on what seems to be a cappuccino. Or maybe a latte. Cafe au lait? I'm not sure. Every few seconds she looks up from her [...]

My Tuesdays are different than your Tuesdays

My Tuesdays are different than your Tuesdays

I roll out of bed at around 4:30am even after a 1:00am clock out at work a short 3.5 hours prior. My phone lies on my nightstand lit up with Nordstrom Rack emails, Tinder messages, and an option to hit "Sleep." Next step is usually a trip to the bathroom to washthe make up residue from my eyes [...]

A new normal that isn’t normal yet.

A new normal that isn’t normal yet.

“What the f*ck is wrong with me?” I cried as I laid in bed in excruciating pain at 4 in the morning. I wanted to call someone, anyone. The tears rolled down my face as my legs stiffened. This was night number five. I attempted to stand up to make the leg cramps subside, stumbling [...]

When you like the “wrong guy.”

When you like the “wrong guy.”

I’m supposed to like a certain type of guy. I have constructed this ideal man in my mind who shapes my taste in guys. He differentiates the right guys from the totally wrong ones. Ideally, he would be the perfect mix of smart, adventurous, confident, cute, friendly, blah blah blah. Let’s call this "ideal man" [...]

Why I’m going to tell you I’m from Boston, even if I don’t live there.

Why I’m going to tell you I’m from Boston, even if I don’t live there.

13.4 miles, a 16 minute drive on a Sunday morning (45+ minutes any other day). 11 stops on the Red Line to Park St., a $4.20 roundtrip CharlieCard fare. I don't know the ins and outs of a Southie neighborhood and I won't tell you to "pahk the cah in Hahvahd Yahd," simply because I [...]

I don’t want to kiss you, so please stop kissing me.

I don’t want to kiss you, so please stop kissing me.

"Hey, I'm Mark.*" He extended his hand out to shake mine, and there was an immediate attraction. Besides his crystal blue eyes and cute face, he was over 6'5'', which was, like, amazing. We chatted, he told me about grad school and future plans. And, eventually he said, "Let's get pizza." Never turn down a [...]