Home is Not a Place

Holidays never used to be hard for me, but the longer I’ve been in college, the more I’ve missed the idea of “home”. The other day, as my boyfriend took off for his hometown for Easter weekend, I started scrolling through my phone searching for pictures of Arizona. I haven’t been to that home of mine since December 2013. But as I was scrolling, I started realizing that home is what you make of it and who you fill it with.

So, this… well, this is my home..

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And every day closer to California and my final co-op makes me worry more and more about moving away from these wonderful people and this amazing city. For the first time since I was 18, I won’t be living in Boston. It’s only 6 months away, but my heart is already starting to break at the thought of leaving these for half a year.

I’ll always love this place, these people, and the memories they’ve all given me.


Friday Favorites

This week has been weird. Everything’s been a mix of exciting opportunities and on-and-off sickness. Let me share just a few of my favorite’s from this past week.

Over The Creek by George Ezra | George Ezra, you slay me. There were a few days where I had to grind out a ton of work and his songs were on repeat in the background. Namely, this one.

Understand the Difference Between Internship, Co-op | I’m tooting my own horn on this one a little bit.. Earlier this week, U.S. News & World Report interviewed me about the differences between co-ops and internships.

52 Reasons to Run a Marathon | I find out if I got a bib for the Chicago Marathon later this month… So, marathons have been on the brain.

Photo of the Week | This Monday’s #DestinationDeck group shot from November Project was one of the best, because it proves we’re all just a bunch of kids. Can you find me?


Battling Bread (and Every Other Secret Source of Gluten)

About 6 years ago, I developed severe stomach problems. I spent days in bed that spring of my junior year of high school — all without any clue as to why I suddenly couldn’t eat and digest normally. Initially, I was a WebMD addict, but I’ll pardon part of that hypochondriac behavior since stomach cancer runs in the family. Well, no conclusions were made that year. Or the following years. Hell, I still don’t have answers.

It wasn’t until college that I realized how certain foods make me feel like… crap. Pasta made me feel bleh, beer made me feel bloated, and sometimes even a little piece of bread with a meal would send me overboard. But I couldn’t isolate these at the time. It wasn’t until my half-brother and nephew were both diagnosed with Celiac disease. I had also been tested before, but it had never come up positive. Nonetheless, my symptoms sounded a hell of a lot like theirs.

So, on January 1, 2015, I gave up gluten.

Yeah, I’m going to need this shirt.

Okay, okay. Time to own up and say I wasn’t perfect in this. It’s a challenge! Everything was going great the first two months or so, but I slipped up here and there. But it was just last week, the end of March, that one slip up hit me hard. One little slice of pizza and half an IPA at an event left me bedridden for over 48 hours. I couldn’t think straight, my head was in a fog and my eyes couldn’t focus on anything. My gut was wrenching, a headache seized the base of my skull, and room-spinning nausea washed over me throughout it all.

Never before had I experienced something like that — pain like that.

Now, I’m reaffirming my stance on being gluten-free. I have to commit to not being a bandwagon gluten dispelling consumer, like so many have become. Instead, I plan to educate myself better on what I can and can eat, to hopefully put these pains aside and come out with an overall better diet in the end (especially important now that I’m getting back into my running and training).

Do you have tips on going gluten-free? Favorite recipes? Tried and true methods to really, really stop craving that slice of pizza? Let me know in the comments!


This past Saturday was the World Wide Instagram Meetup! With each IGers community across the globe hosting their own events in cities large and small, photos were flying across feeds! Here in Boston, the @igersboston community hosted us at the Museum of Fine Arts.

The Instagram Boston group in front of the Museum of Fine Arts.

Now, this was my first Instagram meetup of any kind. Luckily, I was able to tag along with my dear friend Hannah. With a turnout of 150 Instagrammers, there were plenty of photos to take and creativity to share.

Check out this recap from the @igersboston website and see my favorite images from the event below!

Those who do not move do not notice their chains

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One last one from yesterday //#MFABoston #IGersBoston_WWIM11

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Thank you so much, @igersboston, for the amazing day of adventuring.