Happy Saturday.

I hope your weekend is everything you need it to be. I have spent mine being utterly consumed by reading and writing. Being a full-time student and blogger often looks like typing essays all day and writing articles all night. I love it completely though, more than I can articulate.

In honor of that love, I’m sharing some favorite moments, outfits, and things learned from this past week in college.

I think college is so unique because it is this time in life where you are focused solely on yourself and what you want to do. You’re learning who you are and what you want out of life. You get to go to lectures and listen to these brilliant humans talk about the things that have given their life meaning. You get to see if those same things give your life meaning too. You read books you never would have heard of and discover artists and words and ideas that light fires under your feet. School feels this way for me, it always has. Here’s a bit of what that looks like:

So as an English major, I usually have about three or four books in my bag at all times that I spend breaks in-between classes reading. I’ll sit in the sun or lay in the grass for a couple of hours and just get lost in the pages. Sometimes I’ll get a coffee and then the whole experience is just exponentially improved. This week I’m reading Ernest Hemingway’s In Our Time, Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon, and Jean-Paul Sartre’s No Exit. I have many thoughts from No Exit, a short play that explores the afterlife, but the main thing I took away was that hell might simply be watching life go on without you. That stuck to me.

On a brighter note, I learned a new word from my professor: eunoia. It means “beautiful thinking” and I love it entirely. Click here for more fun words. That same professor told us how “the muse is a neglectful lover” when it comes to writing and I’ve been thinking about that ever since. He’s always pushing us to just write, to stop holding ourselves back, and to share our words with confidence. He had us read this and this and they catalyzed a revolution in my heart; the heart that is a painful perfectionist by trade.

Later in the week I stayed up until 2 a.m. writing this, only to spend the entire following morning typing an English essay. By the afternoon I was in a complete daze, so I went for a long walk. I listened to music and and looked at all my favorite houses. The air smelled of rain, reminding me of another beautiful word: petrichor. There is this one little Craftsman with a lemon tree in the front that I always picture my life in. I look at it and imagine standing in the kitchen, making coffee and opening all of the windows. I would wear long dresses with bare feet and listen to jazz on Sunday afternoons. I would stack books in every room and have friends over for dinner parties under the string lights. I had a friend who used to look at houses and do the same thing. We would drive for hours, spilling our dreams all over the sidewalks of our favorite neighborhoods. She was one of the few people our age who knew what she wanted out of life and I loved her for that. I don’t know where she is now but I still know her birthday and why she loves San Francisco in the summer. It’s funny, the leftover information we have of the people we used to know.

To close out the week I made these and this while watching Shrinking on Apple TV. Highly recommend.

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