8 days, 4 cities, 3 pals, 1 car, and the whole country of Costa Rica.Read More
This past week I took a little roadtrip adventure to Nashville, Tennessee with my pal, Hunter. I went under the excuse of having a couple of interviews and wanting to scout out if Nashville was going to be my next big move, but really I just wanted to go. I had been twice before with my mama while on college tours, but never really got to in depth explore the city.Read More
I think it's easy for us to forget that in order to love we need to be loved as well. These four words have served as reminder to me this year about how much I need people and community and love and faith. A truth that I am broken in the sweetest of ways so that I may surrender myself to love.Read More
But today I challenge you, amidst a world grabbing for attention, don't. Listen to the loud man in line at the voting poll infront of you with an empathetic heart. Remember that we are a nation of individuals facing unique struggles and sometimes that means our political beliefs don't match up perfectly - and that's okay.Read More
This weekend was a dream. An absolute dream.
I am currently sitting in my cozy bed savoring the last few hours of this incredible weekend. I spent half my time adventuring around in Boston, Mass and the other half exploring my current home city of Providence, RI with some of the greatest people this coast has to offer. My roommate Kat and I drove up to Boston on Friday afternoon to go see our favorite band, NeedtoBreathe, play + also enjoyed some burgers and drinks. No lie, after the concert we bought tubs of Ben and Jerry's and pizza bagels and just camped out in her brother's apartment in awe of how great the concert was. Sometimes you just need a day with your best pal to be silly and explore. I'm real thankful for that.
Saturday morning Kat and I had a great brunch at Stephanie's (some of the best eggs benedict I have ever had + they made me a side of asparagus!!) and meandered down Newbury St. for a while before heading home. I got to spend the rest of the day with my other two best pals at the last Waterfire (a Providence tradition that you MUST check out) of the year. We laughed, at doughboys, drank (really) hot apple cider, and took off exploring through the streets of the city. It was a dream.
Sunday was capped off with church at my sweet Sanctuary, a food truck lunch with more of my favorite girls, and a reunion dinner with some of the kids from the orientation group I led this year. Really just a great weekend. If you're looking for a reminded to always choose people, here it is. Say yes to people. Say yes to adventures.
This past Saturday I got to go on the sweetest little adventure with an even sweeter friend. I'm reminded that amidst all of the craziness of life adventure doesn't have to be a grand expedition, in fact sometime's adventures can be as small as grabbing coffee with someone new, or in our case, walking through some sketchy streets to stumble upon a new restaurant. All that you really need to make an adventure happen is to say "yes," it's as simple as that.
So this weekend when I got off of work and called my friend Elizabeth to see if she wanted to grab a sandwhich and she immediately said "yes" I knew we were in for some kind of fun. We originally had just planned on going to a local bakery to grab a quick dinner, but as soon as we got there we both decided we wanted something more. Thanks to the power of technology a restaurant popped up on my maps app and we went. After a couple of sketchy blocks we stumbled onto this...
A modest white exterior building with a chain link fence that opens into a beautiful, mod bar and restaurant. Ogie's left us with our jaws dropped. Between the fun atmosphere, delicous food, and great cocktails we were both two happy campers.
So here's just a simple reminder that adventures don't have to include plane tickets. Take time for yourself and your friends. Go explore your neighborhood. Treat yo' self to a two hour dinner. Enjoy it. Take pictures. Let me know what you find.
Hi, sweet ya'll! Here's a little video I made to sum up just a few of the adventures and friends that have made up my past five months in South America. I hope you enjoy it!
PS: This song is courtesy of the very talented, Andrew Bird. He's a professional singer, whistler, and violinist. Crazy, right? Check him out.
This past week I had the opportunity to take a trip with my study abroad program to the cities of Salta and Jujuy, Argentina. These five days were PACKED with activities, adventures, and friends. There's a lot I could write about, but I think more of a picture post would be better capture this incredible trip!
Here is a little view of the first city we hit, Salta. Immediately this city reminded me of my sweet Savannah, GA! From the palm trees to the cobblestone streets to the large fountains gracing each square - very Savannah. We took a short tour around the main square and then a gondola ride to an overlook point on a mountain. The overlook point introduced me to just how large this city is, not the small town I thought it was. After the overlook we went to the MAAM, a museum that speaks the hard truth of Incan culture, specifically the live burial of thousands of children as a sacrifice. We then finished off out time with dinner at La Casona del Molino and a nice stay at Hotel Salta.
The next day we took a short four hour bus ride to Tilcara where we ate lunch at Los Puestos and checked into our sweet little hotel, Patio Alto. We took time today to visit Pucará de Tilcara (the Incan ruins), shop at the local market, and then eat dinner at La Picadita.
Friday was the day everyone was waiting for: walking with llamas!! We got to sleep in a little bit and then headed out to meet the llamas which we then got to walk all around the town! I named mine Mr. Meseeks. I hope you're reading this, boys of Davis 603. If you ever want to make a group of twenty year olds happy, just give them llamas.
After the "Caravana de Llamas" we lunched at the dreamy Solar del Tropico in Huacalera. This sweet bed and breakfast is nestled in lush gardens and owned by a talented local artist. We ate the yummiest home cooked lunch and got to hear about the owner's work and inspiration. We then headed off to an easy hike, La Gargantuan del Diablo. We finished off the day with another yummy meal at Arumi.
The next day we headed out to the crown jewel, las Salinas Grandes. By going with my program we were granted special access to the flats and were able to drive out into the heart of it. It was incredible. I'm a big fan of feeling small, and usually that feeling comes from mountains or the ocean, but these salt flats gave me a different perspective. They made me feel small, yes, but they reminded me how vast this world is and how vast this love our Creator has for us. What a sweet reminder. After taking countless pictures we then got to eat lunch right on the salt flats and meet a salt miner who works on the flats. I'm a huge fan of stories, and this man had just that. He told us the incredible amounts of work and intricacy that go in to mining his 99% pure salt and the little return he gets for it - 250 pesos (roughly $15 US dollars) per 3 tons of salt. He told us folklore about the fresh water springs that break surface on the salt flats and why they are so sacred. It was humbling
We then journeyed on to the town of Purmamarca where we hiked in the "Paseo de Los Colorados." These mountains are shaded in seven different colors and some of the most beautiful I have ever gotten to walk upon! Living the dream. We then finished our time shopping for llama sweaters at the local market and eating merienda (Argentina tea-time) in the town square.
Our last day we spent in Humahuaca with the Hornaditas family who led us on a hike to see ancient Incan petroglyphics carved onto the sides of the mountains nearby. We then went and baked bread and ate lunch with the family. This family was so warm and inviting and I met the loveliest little, Carolína, who made me giggle hard and played a mean pan flute. Fun fact: you can actually stay and volunteer with this family through wwoof.com.
For our last stop we continued into Humahuaca to meet with the head of the local community center and shared merienda at La Casa del Tantanakuy while listening to traditional Andes music and dance. Let me just say, they had the absolute best banana and quinoa bread!
And as all good things have to end, from there we departed for the airport and flew back to Buenos Aires. The end.
What a world we live in, ya'll. I had the past week off for my program's "Fall Break" and ended up taking the trip of a life time to the famed Mount Fitz Roy in El Chalten, Argentina. This trip started as a dream a couple of years ago when I received a Patagonia catalog in the mail featuring a picture of two guys with their fists in the air as they drove down the Route 40 into El Chalten, Fitz Roy overhead. While, I did get to explore Patagonia for two weeks before my program started I did not make it to El Chalten sadly, so the dream lived on. About a month ago though I sat on a 13 hour bus ride to Mendoza, Argentina with a then stranger, Sophie, who I told my dream of hiking Fitz Roy to. After only sitting next to me for maybe an hour she just said, "I'm in." And just like that this dream became a reality.
Sophie and I spent the weekend in Mendoza sipping wine and excitingly talking about our newly decided adventure. Isn't it typical to start thinking about the next adventure while you're already on an adventure? Once we were back in Buenos Aires we did a little bit of research on hostels, but other than that we kind of just decided to wing it. I think the real adventure begins when you stop planning.
Before we knew it, we were driving to the airport at 3:30am to catch our flight to El Calafate, Argentina where we would then catch a bus to El Chalten. We landed at about 9am and immediately went to go see the Perito Moreno Glacier famous to Calafate, grabbed dinner with some friends, then tried to sleep as we anticipated our 8am bus ride into the mountains. It was basically Christmas Eve.
This bus ride into El Chalten was a dream, literally. I had imagined this drive for a long time, and dang, was it sweet. We started at dawn and slowly through the ride the fog began to lift and all of a sudden Fitz Roy was just there, right in front of me. Almost like it had always just been there.
As soon as that bus pulled to a stop at the station in Chalten, Sophie and I darted. We ran with our luggage the two blocks to our hostel, put our stuff down, hiking gear on, grabbed a map, and were off. Our first hike was about a 4 hour round trip to Largo Capri - everything I had ever imagined. Crystal clear blue skies, Fitz Roy, and some of the best water I have ever tasted. We set up our hammocks and just stared in awe.
There's a passage in the Bible where God creates Adam and Eve and He looks out onto the rest of His creation and calls it "good" but then looks at them and calls them "very good." It blows my mind to think about the Creator of the universe, the Creator of Fitz Roy, looking at me the same way I looked at that mountain all week. What a love. What a God.
Basically the whole week was filled with laughs, deep breathing, glacier water, incredible views, and heavy use of "freaking." We met the coolest people at our hostel, ate a lot pasta, walked about 18 miles a day, and lived the dream. I couldn't have asked for any more. Nor, could I have asked for a better travel buddy. Sophie is awesome and 10/10 would recommend her if you ever need a travel buddy, thanks for bribing me down a mountain with burgers and teaching me a whole lot about what selfless love really looks like.
It's a weird feeling having lived your biggest dream. But then I remember that I'm pretty small and there are a whole heck of lot more dreams out there to be lived, especially with a Creator as big as our's. So cheers to the next one.
Your joy is worth it, Ker
PS: Click on the pictures to read a little bit about each.
Sweet friends, did you remember that I have blog? Because I didn’t. I think my dad did though, shout out to you, my number one fan!!! I love you a lot!!!
I’ve had so much trouble writing this blog post – so much trouble that it has taken me almost a month and a half to do it. I think the root of my problem stems from my want to be transparent with you. Transparency is something that I have a huge heart for, but still working on. It’s hard, real hard; especially in these days of perfectly curated social media. There’s a lot that goes unseen behind the cover Instagram: a lot of tears, a lot of laughs, a lot of venting, and a lot of grace. A whole heck of a lot of grace, actually.
I would love to be able to look you in the eyes and tell you that these few months have been a breeze. That I made best friends my first day, speak fluent Spanish, don’t constantly feel on edge, click with every single person I’ve met and feel uber confident here, but that would be a big bold lie. And we are trying to be transparent, are we not?
So in a heart of transparency, here is a look into my life:
The first few weeks of my study abroad program were HARD. It seemed like everyone was having the time of their life and making their forever friends immediately. It's real hard to admit that you are not doing fine when everyone else around you seems like they are. I questioned my decision to come here every single second, spent a night crying over empanadas to my friend about how I had no friends (oh the irony), cringed every time I was forced into speaking Spanish, and kept muttering to myself “And if not, He is still good,” because it’s real hard to believe that when things aren’t good.
Let me tell you how sweet it is though when things come about. When little wins turn into victories and a scary new place starts to feel like home. When strangers turn into friends, nights out turn into swinging at the park, and you realize that that maybe not everything is awful – in fact, everything is really, really good. Even when it’s not good, it’s really good. These past two weeks I’ve woken up to that fact that I am on a pretty cool adventure with some pretty cool people. I’m thankful for that and thankful for the ways in which I’m being refined by His fire.
These past few months have been a whirlwind. I have a quote plastered on my computer by Bob Goff that says, “When Jesus invites us on an adventure, He shapes who we becomes with what happens along the way.” This couldn’t be more true, especially now. I see Him working in every little detail of this crazy South American adventure. He’s testing my patience, softening my heart, and strengthening my courage. It’s the worst and the best. He is good.
So that’s where I’m at. Not perfect, but definitely living the dream. Thanks for tagging along for the ride, it means a lot. Let’s get cuba libres together when I get back?
"All of these people seem like they're fine, but in someways I hope that they're not and their hearts are like mine."
Sweet friends, these past three weeks have been a dream. I wish there was a way for me to fully express what each of these days filled with whimsy and adventure have meant to me, but sadly I fear nothing I can say or show you can recreate this feeling of freedom!! Patagonia has been a God sized dream of mine ever since I first watch 180 Degrees South on Netflix. Watching that documentary kind of felt like falling in love with someone from a distance, there was a big tug on my heartstrings and I knew I had to know this place. For years I sat tucked in my bed re-watching 180 Degrees South with a growing desire and finally two weeks ago I got my chance to act upon it.
My journey started with a about a 24 hour journey from the States to Bariloche, Argentina, my first stop. Then onwards to Puerto Varas, Chile, Chiloe Island, Torres Del Paine, El Calafate, and finally Ushuaia before heading back to my new home in Buenos Aires. In each destination I was met with breathtaking views, new friends, and a deeper understanding for the love our Creator has for us. I felt like I was playing a game of Bigger and Better with God, because everyday was met with more splendor than the last.
Amidst mountains, waterfalls, billowing winds, and glaciers I was reminded everyday how small we are. How small we are in the vastness of Christ's love for us. How small our sin and brokenness is compared to the ocean of grace he has for us. How rad is that?
How lucky we are to be loved by a God who strives to woo us, His bride, daily.
I wish I could tell you all every little detail of each day, but sadly no words or pictures will ever do this place justice. In the meantime though I suggest you give 180 Degrees South a watch or even just listen to its soundtrack.
PS: Big shout out to the coolest parents out there for believing in big dreams and adventures!!!
YA'LL! I am writing this while sitting at my gate in Dallas getting ready to board my flight to freaking BUENOS AIRES!! AHH!! Guys, I cannot believe this happening. I have waited my whole life for this adventure and it's only an 11 hour plane flight away!!
I spent the morning before my flights brunching and shopping with my sweet mama in Alexandria. What a way to start an adventure.
First off, this plane ride so far. Let me tell you. My bag weighed 49lbs. even, PRAISE. Until I found out that American Airlines allows 70lbs. or 2 free checked bags. So pocket that little tidbit of info! Secondly, I'm carrying two huge carry on bags which are crushing me + a big jacket + a big scarf and I have never sweat more in my life. So imagine me being the absolute last person to board my flight with no more overhead room. It came down to basically me crying in the aisle to the flight attendant about how I'm moving to Argentina and can't check my duffle because I have a connecting flight. After that little melt down though and a sweet woman offering to carry my bags from one end of the plane to the gate for me. People rock. Then I got to sit next to two pilot dads who told me dad jokes and taught me a lot about aviation. I'm kind of thinking I would be an awesome pilot now. Maybe? Maybe not?
From Buenos Aires I will be adventuring into the sweet mountains of Patagonia where I will be hiking (both mountains and glaciers), hanging with some National Geographic photographers + taking a workshop class with them, horseback riding, tangoing the night away, and so much more!! So for the next couple of weeks I invite you to tag along virtually because I love ya'll a lot.
Over these next few months I hope to update my blog at least once a week, maybe twice if you all ask nicely. Also, I would love to be pen pals with you all and send you some sweet Argentinian post cards. I'll get you that mailing address as soon as I have it! Until then, keep on checking here and all of my other social media which you can find linked at the bottom of this page! Until then, hasta la vista!
PS: What hashtag do we like better: #LivingLikeKerry or #KerryFlysSouth...or do you have an idea for an awesome hashtag? If so let me know in the comments below and if I use it I may just snag you a sweet pair of alpaca socks.
I think Taylor Swift said it best when she sang "we're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time. It's miserable and magical." Granted, I'm not talking about turning 22, but more so how it feels to start over somewhere new. Whether you are getting ready to head off to college, got your first job in a new city, or just moving somewhere new, it's tough to start somewhere alone. I've started over a lot and as I gear up to move to Argentina by myself (4th move in 3 years) I've been reflecting on what's helped me best over these past few moves.
- Keep a list of simple joys. The first few weeks of moving somewhere new is SO exciting, but as that new shine begins to fade it can be hard to stay positive. During my moves I've kept a list of simple joys that I've experienced throughout my days. These little joys have ranged anywhere from no line at Chickfila to meeting someone new to sales at J. Crew to fresh sheets on my bed! Just anything that makes you smile - because sometimes it can be hard to remember how good you have it!
- Step out of your comfort zone. Moving somewhere new is already a big move out of your comfort zone, so why stop now? Try new things. Go to open dance nights. Sign up for classes. Say "hi" to strangers.
- Ask people on "friend dates." Speaking of saying hi to strangers, be intentional about meeting people and creating friendships. I had a sweet friend in Charleston introduce me to this concept of friend dates where he would ask people out for coffee or lunch so as to show how much he cared about creating a friendship. I thought this was awesome. So ask people on friend dates, or real dates!!! Whichever!!!
- Get involved in your new school, community, and/or church. This is overused and cliche, but for good reason - it is so important. Join a club sports team, go to meetings, volunteer in your community, go to bible study; this is where you will meet people who share your same interests in passions. And make friends!!
- Become a regular somewhere. This is my favorite. Moving somewhere new is hard because it's so easy to feel unknown, here's a simple fix. Find a cute coffee shop or small restaurant and become a regular. You don't have to go everyday, but at least once a week and get to know the people who work there! Not only will it feel so sweet on lonely days to walk in and have them know you and your order, but there are also a lot of perks to being a regular. Can anyone say free coffee?
- Delete your social media. I know this sounds sacrilegious coming from someone who does social media for a living, but trust me, it's needed. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE social media. I think it's a beautiful tool for sharing life with others, especially when they are far away! However, social media needs to be consumed with a grain of salt and a right state of mind, because it (for the most part) is a lie. These perfectly curated feeds will make your already home sick heart worse. It's our human nature to believe that everyone is having a great time while we are not, these lies will make you feel so much worse about your move. While social media can be a great avenue for sharing in joy and happiness it is largely a channel for comparison, and as they say, "comparison is the thief of joy." Protect your heart. Delete the apps off your phone and focus on yourself and your new life. Plus, this will help you be much more present and engaged with your new city and friends!!
- Call home. Your parents and friends love you, call them and tell them about your life. Tell them all of the ups and downs. They will be overjoyed to share in it all and they will be the ones who get you through those tough times.
- Routinely adventure. Get out there! See your new home! I always choose two days out of the week where I would force myself to go out and explore. That's where #AdventureThursday actually began! Pick a day, stick to it, and enjoy it!
- Take yourself out. Our culture gives a bad rep to doing things alone - don't believe it! Take yourself out to dinner, read a book, or just reflect on your day! No shame in it. You've got to love yourself before you can love anyone else.
- Know that you didn't make a mistake. You will think you made the biggest mistake of your life by moving - I promise. You will think about everyday 24/7 for a long long time. It's easier said than done, but know that this is a lie. You were made for this. You can do it. You've got this.
Ya'll, fall semester is OVER! It's a bittersweet feeling because while I am so excited to spend Christmas and the break with my family and friends back home, I am really going to miss my friends that I have made here! After 3 years and 3 different schools I feel like I have finally found home here at PC, which is the sweetest feeling in the world! This semester has had it's fair share of ups and downs, but these sweet friends have been by my side every step of the way. I grew a lot this semester and I am so thankful for that.
Here's 4 things I've learned this semester:
- It's ok to put yourself first. Like most people I think, I am a total people pleaser. I will say yes to everything and anything possible - until now. I learned the importance of putting myself first this semester and saying no. Ya'll, saying yes to everything is exhausting and I used to think it was the only way to love and serve people. But, I would rather do a few things with all my heart and love and keep myself healthy rather than do everything with little joy and resent myself and the activities in the end. Say no. Put yourself first. You can't love people well if you aren't loving and taking care of yourself first.
- The most fun times aren't planned. College is a lot of "routine" fun and outings - usually on the weekends. And while these times are fun, I found that my best memories from college and this semester come from spontaneous adventures with friends. Whether it was sneaking into abandoned buildings, exploring a new city, or just driving around in the car singing - these were definitely my best memories and gave me some great stories that broke away from the usual college mold of fun.
- People want to help you. Our culture tends to promote a sense that we need to appear put together all of the time and never ask for help - it kind of sucks. This semester was hard though and to be honest, I was a hot mess most days. I had no choice but to ask for help from my friends and professors which made me feel uncomfortable and awkward. My awkward requests though were met with so much joy and love - everyone I asked was so willing to help in anyway they could. I then thought about myself, I LOVE to help others in anyway I can - so why was I so reluctant to ask for it myself? Asking for help not only got me what I needed, but it also allowed me to go deeper in my relationships.
- Always choose people over school. Forgive me, mom and dad! In 5 years your GPA will not hold any significance, but the people you met during your time at college will. Don't get me wrong grades are important and that is your job as a full time student, but grades will never be more important than people. Your GPA will never comfort you after a rough night or cheer you on at your wedding, but those people will. So if your deciding between a late night beach trip with friends or studying for your theology quiz, go to the beach always. You'll never tell your kids about acing that quiz, heck you won't even talk about it at lunch the next day, but you sure will talk about that beach trip.
These are some of the things that shaped me along the way and maybe they will help you on your next semester! I sure hope so! Thanks for reading!
As promised, here is the beginning of series of posts to help you plan and successfully go on a great adventure!
So you want to travel, but where do you begin? I think a lot of people have this idea that you have to begin with price and what you can or cannot afford; while this is important, it's so not true. I like to begin with where I want to go and work from there.
This is my theory, go where you are able to go now. Yes, Europe is freakin' rad, but you can go there at anytime. When you are 80 years old Europe will still be an option, but ice fishing in Wisconsin, going on a safari in Africa or hiking South America? Probably not. So start searching high and low until you find an exciting place that suits your fancy.
I have found places that I want to go to through Netflix documentaries, travel tour sights, books, people, TV, and just randomly on the internet.
Some sights I like to use to find neat places include:
Now that you have some ideas of adventures you'd like to have you can start creating a list of places you want to go to and start reading up on them a little bit. What is that place known for? What do you have to do there? Start figuring that out and check back in a little bit and we will start planning your trip!!
Found some places you really want to travel to? Let me know about them down in the comments below!
YA'LL. I don't even know where to begin this post, except for telling you that this has been my absolute life long dream and I cannot believe that it's happening...IT'S HAPPENING!!
I'M GOING TO PATAGONIA!!!!
Wow, writing those words is surreal! I'm not sure if I'll even believe it till I step foot on my plane! As of this past Tuesday my flights are booked, itinerary finalized, and hotels secured. I just can't! My dad called me on Monday night giving me the final go ahead and I cried after I hung up the phone. Have you ever dreamed about something for SO long? I have spent countless nights reading books on Patagonia, watching 180 Degrees South on repeat, googling images and sights to see, and overtures just browsing Patagonia...and now I get to live it!!
I guess I should give you some backstory on how I got to this point though. Last year I decided to study abroad in Paris doing a Luxury Management program, sounds great right? But, you may be asking yourself, "Kerry, that is absolutely no where near South America." You are right, my friend, congrats. After filling out all of the paperwork and getting approved to go I was on a call with my dad and he asked me "Why do you want to go to Paris? You've already been there and you can literally go whenever. You should go somewhere cool - like Patagonia! You've always wanted to go there!" This got me thinking. Yeah, I could easily go back to Paris when I'm 80, but South America? Probably not. And who knows if Patagonia will still be untouched and unpolluted in 10 years? That's when I decided to go South. I ran to our study abroad office the next day asking for options in Patagonia or South America, which led me to Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Ya'll, it's funny how visible God is in this. Things just worked out. Even though I was past the deadline my advisors found me a great program in Buenos Aires where I will be studying Latin American Societies and Cultures, volunteering for a non-profit, and will have the chance to go to Pata-freakin-gonia. Because seasons are opposite there, summer break goes from December to the end of February, also the peak season to travel to Patagonia. So for a month before classes start I will be hiking around the southern regions of Chile and Argentina, hanging out, doing life, and definitely wearing Patagonia in Patagonia. I wish I could tell you all this news in person because I feel like writing about this doesn't do it justice, but I can't wait to share this journey with you all!!!
Here's a little sneak peak at my travel plans...
Friends! Hello, how are you all? Good? Hanging in there? I hope so.
Guys, can I just take a moment to tell you how freakin' cool it is to go back to a school? Most of you probably already knew that, but it took me three years!! So that's where we are at.
This week has been great. From being reunited with old and new friends to getting back to sailing to sweet adventures, it's been good to be back.
Labor Day was the best. One of my favorite things in the world is just to drive aimlessly with the windows down and good music playing, and that's just what my roommates and I did! We ended up in North Kingstown, Rhode Island which is SO cute. If Wilmington, NC and New England had a baby it would be North Kingstown. It was the best. Ya'll. We walked into my roommate's backyard and I felt like I was in The Secret Garden. There were hidden staircases, an old tennis court, tire swing, gardens, and it was perfectly overgrown. I couldn't stop running around and exploring it! I've already called dibs on getting married there, it's beautiful! I wish I had pictures that did it justice, until my wedding day just this will have to suffice! This little adventure was exactly what I needed.
I hope you all get the chance soon to drive aimlessly with the windows down, it really is good for the soul. And when that time comes I want you to be prepared, so here are a couple songs that were made for this occasion. Enjoy!
- Woodland - The Paper Kites
- Believe - Mumford and Sons
- Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots
- Beetle - Run River North (preferably the Demo version)
- Hold On - Rivvrs
- Running For Cover - Ivan & Alyosha
Hey friends! Wow this week has been amazing! My friends and family sure know how to make a girl feel loved. This past week has been filled with some of my favorite things: cinnamon rolls, fresh flowers, UVa, sweet friends, and singing "In Da Club" by 50 Cent at the top of my lungs. It's been awesome. Thanks for loving me so well, guys. Twenty would not be the same without all of you to do life with!
To be honest, I usually HATE celebrating my birthday, or even acknowledging it for that matter. On my 18th birthday I had a mental breakdown thinking that because I was officially an "adult" I had to dress, act, and live differently. My poor parents ended up giving me money to go on an Loft spending spree that included pencil skirts and long dresses for my "adult" self. Two years later I'm realizing that a number doesn't change who I am just as much as wearing a pencil skirt doesn't make me an adult. Now that I'm 20 and most of those clothes have been sold back resale shops I'm recognizing what birthdays are really are: a celebration of the life you have lived and the years to come! While I am closer to having to pay my own phone bill, it doesn't mean that I am living and loving diffrently than from when I was younger, in fact I'm probably getting better at it.
As I sit here with my coffee mug full of water (I'm trying to get away from coffee, but love coffee mugs so) I can't help but be so excited for this year. I'm starting my second year at Providence and third year of college, which I feel so hopeful for. And I'm getting ready to move to Argentina!! More on that later though. I'm thrilled and I have a few goals for year 20 that I would love to share with you all!
This year I hope to...
- Love people without expectations and with no strings attached.
- Be healthy!! I'm so excited to have a kitchen this year and to cook food that is good for me and my body. And to workout...I'll keep you posted.
- Simplify. I want to live a life that isn't based around things. I have an addiction to things and that needs to go!
- Get into a routine! I'm hoping to have routine that puts emphasis on the most important things in my life, education, people, and adventure.
- Serve! I want to serve my college and community wholeheartedly this year!
- Say yes to (almost) everything. My roommate and I decided this a couple of weeks ago that we are going to say yes to every adventure and opportunity that comes our way this semester!
- Choose joy.
Whether you're starting school or just a new season, what are some of your goals? I'd love to hear them.
Xoxo, a one year older Ker
Ya'll, have you ever dreamed of going to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee? Me either.
On Wednesday night of this past week my best friend called me and told me all about how the largest Titanic Museum is in Tennessee and that we should go this weekend. When she said this I knew she was being dead serious, she LOVES The Titanic, and to be honest, I still haven't even seen the ending. But, I'm always up for an adventure. I told her I would go with her, but like most college students, I have very, very little money to lay out for the trip. Staci took that as a solid yes and here we are one day post Pigeon Forge.
We decided that the best idea for our budget would be to only go for one night, so we left early Friday morning and arrived at our hotel around 1:30pm. Our hotel was basically what you would expect for $30 a night, sketchy, old, and no frills. One thing you should know about me is that I love a little sketch. I think it makes everything much more fun. We got into our room, checked for bedbugs (none! Praise Him!), unpacked, and figured out our game plan for the weekend.
We decided we would hit the outlets and do some mini golfing that night and then head to the museum tomorrow. So we headed to the outlets, no money in hand, and toured around. Guys, Pigeon Forge is so tacky in the most hilarious way. On our 10 minute drive to the outlets we probably passed 15 mini golf parks, a handful of "family fun comedy barns," and five $9.85 or less souvenir stores. Hilarious. We ended up going shopping and then to the largest Christmas store in the South!!!! It was incredible, I got a little emotional.
The next day, rather the best day of Staci's life, we went to the Titanic Museum and honestly, it was awesome. I wasn't too excited about it to start off, but the museum is really well done. All of the staff were dressed up and in character, on your ticket you get the real story of a passenger, and they had so many interesting and interactive activates. It ended up being $27 per adult, but I found cheaper prices online and Groupon where you could get adult tickets for about $17 so do that! It really was fun. If you ever decide that you want to go to Pigeon Forge I would recommend it!
After the museum we headed to the Smokey Mountains National Park and Dollywood for a quick detour and then back to home base! It was a fun weekend and I'm so glad we did it. This past week has been so stressful getting ready to head back to school so this was a nice distraction!
This trip wasn't my usual, but it was too funny.
So if there is one thing I love, it's flowers. My roommate will tell you that almost every day this past spring semester I would come back to our dorm with arms full of flowers that I had picked all over campus. Picking flowers kind of makes me feel like a Disney princess, to be honest. So when my dear friend, Heather, told me about this sunflower farm in Haymarket, VA I knew I had to get there. So the other night I told my sweet mama about it and she was even more excited than me!! She loves flowers too. Saturday morning we hopped in the car and drove out to Burnside Farms and had the dreamiest day. It is $4 to get in or $6 for an all season pass (guess what we got), once you're in the farm there are field of daisies (.50), gladiolas ($1), and of course, sunflowers ($1.50)! It's breathtaking! I highly suggest wearing comfy clothes, hat, and good shoes (cough chacos cough), unless you're a girl taking senior pictures - then heels are totally acceptable. I totally recommend this for a fun girl's day or even a cute date if you are so fortunate! Get over there before they close in late August!
PS: You'll probably be hungry after, eat here, trust me.