COVID: five years later

 Five years ago, our lives shut down and we lived in limbo for months on end, not really sure how long lockdown would be. I remember being in Charlottesville and then getting the news that we would be sent home from spring break. I had no clue that I’d be in New York City, hiding … Continue reading COVID: five years later

Home sweet Home: Charlottesville, VA

I honestly don’t know how to write this post. It’s one I’ve been wanting to write for a few weeks but things got in the way and I don’t think I have words for it. It was definitely a gift from the Lord, and that’s something I’m quite sure of.  Lately, I have a thing … Continue reading Home sweet Home: Charlottesville, VA

Vocare, a call to place

Lately I’ve been reading Wendell Berry, trying to figure out why he is so beloved and to gain a greater understanding of his views of the world. It’s his fiction that I’ve enjoyed. His stories about Port William are a reminder of the Avonlea and Mitford I long for. These stories are written in the … Continue reading Vocare, a call to place

NYC vs Virginia

Hello friends! Welcome back to the blog! Things have been a little bit shifty when it comes to hosting, so I’m back on my original frontier. (I’ll probably talk more about this soon in a life update.) This past week, an idea occurred to me, and I was, at once, shocked, that it had not … Continue reading NYC vs Virginia

Documenting Your Life ft. a book crawl in NYC

I miss it. I look back on old blog posts where I’ve shown you a little peek into my life. The people who surrounded me, the fun activities I was up to, or even where I was walking that day. I have plenty of blog posts that detail a day in my life or a … Continue reading Documenting Your Life ft. a book crawl in NYC

returning to the dear place I called home

Last weekend I returned to the place that used to be my home, a place where I had an apartment and a job and a much more formed life than I do now—Charlottesville. I don’t mean to sound overly bleak. It’s just that post-grad is a lot more uncertain than I realized and I’m still … Continue reading returning to the dear place I called home