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an ode to young adulthood: be here now.

2 Oct

hey, october.



this morning on my way to work, the city was humming with semi-bundled joggers and caffeinated 9-5ers, moving all together in this continuous, dreamy state.


and as we linger idly from summer to fall, the sky is a spectacular hue of oceanic blue—a true token to how much I appreciate colorado right now.


I’m reminded of how much I miss all of the things I’ve deliberately neglected for the last six months—like my frye boots, dark wash jeans, and steel-cut oats.

and as we tip-toe towards autumn, the days are becoming noticeably shorter, but I welcome the chilly mornings with open arms.



when I was little, summer seemed like this broad expanse of endless time:

we would spend our days perfecting the art of cannon balls and back flips, and our nights sneaking onto tennis courts to scream and laugh and come home with scraped knees and rosy cheeks.

but of course, summer plays out differently now.


I said sayonara a long time ago to rolling out of my warm sleeping bag, blurry-eyed and foggy in the middle of the pine-studded sierra nevadas. I’d throw on a pair of shorts and dirty sneakers and spend the day capsizing sailboats, writing post cards, and failing to nail the bullseye in archery.

these days, it seems as if adulthood scoffs at me far too often, as if to say: deadlines and obligations rule your life, edie!

consequently, I sometimes feel like I’m hurtling way too fast into this vortex of commitments.

and I can’t find the brakes.


but thankfully, october is here.


and this month is one of my favorites.


this time of year forces me to lower that inevitable sense of panic I feel when I realize I haven’t capitalized on all things summer.

because really, persistent, urgent ambition isn’t the stuff that late-septembers early-octobers are made of.


things like milky iced coffee and carrying home the most spectacular sunflowers from the farmer’s market are.



 I’m trying to make a conscious effort to s l o w d o w n.

you know, ‘be present’ – a cliché woven through enough yoga classes you think I’d actually embrace it.

because I hate looking too far into the future.


I start envisioning a narrative that isn’t, well, a narrative yet.

I find myself clinging to expectations instead of chasing my dreams.



yesterday and today and tomorrow are all a part of this greater story I like to call my ‘young adulthood.’ things like work and friends and travel blend together in a seemingly chaotic fashion, but it’s all a glimpse towards chapters that lie ahead.

if you know me fairly well, you’ll know I don’t mind doing things solo. actually, most of the time I really savor my independence and curiosity. I’m the type to chat up the maintenance guys in our apartment, just because I’m inquisitive by nature.

and suddenly, a stranger’s story nonchalantly changes my entire perspective, and the rising action to my young adulthood experiences a monumental shift.

so, as the weeks unveil themselves, I’m embracing them just like these luminescent fall days: with open arms (and a hooded sweatshirt).

happy wednesday, and happy fall!

(signed, the post-grad.)

this summer: on the importance of adventure.

15 Aug


when sky blue gets dark enough
to see the colors of the city lights
a trail of ruby red and diamond white
hits her like a sunrise

she comes and goes and comes and goes
like no one can


i think that after awhile, we become entirely too caught up in living strictly by routine.

because sometimes our chronic workdays are suffocated by monotony, and we can’t help but feel this torrential downpour on the things that once electrified us.

but, with a bit of concerted effort, we’re able to wander off the beaten path. a temporary halt, per say.

and suddenly, voila! we find ourselves in a moment so full of appreciation for simply being alive.


i’m not saying you need to travel outside the realms of your ‘hood to feel this sense of appreciation.

for once, unwillingly roll out of bed just before dawn, and watch the dark sky become a hazy prism of soft, picturesque colors.

(i promise you it’s worth it.)


or maybe you decide to buy a cup of mediocre coffee from somewhere besides starbucks.

like from that cozy shop overflowing with borrowed books and worn sofas, vintage posters and amateur philosophers eating overpriced, gluten-free pastries.

you’re enamored by the vibrant, caffeinated space around you. but there’s no sense of urgency.

only an intrinsic feeling that your little heart is so content it could burst into tiny pieces and scatter across the floor.


tonight she’s out to lose herself
and find a high on peachtree street
from mixed drinks to techno beats it’s always
heavy into everything


as fall begins to approach, i can say with certainty that this summer has been really good to me. like, really good. 

i’ve continually departed from the comfortable nook that is my routine, to collide momentarily with new and old places alike.

it’s as if i’ve recently watched my life become a continuity of change and adaptations and uncertainty.

and well, unexpected adventure.




i’m grateful for the places i’ve travelled to (and across) these last two months: exploring the colorado countryside, relaxing beachside in los cabos, and music festival-going in chicago.






and finally, after i’ve returned to the current place i call home, back to the confines of familiar objects and people and places, i have to remind myself that the journey is far from over.

because if you’re like me, your suitcase remains packed for a week or two too long.

and you find your consciousness drifting in and out of the places your passport has yet to be stamped.



she comes and goes and comes and goes
like no one can
she comes and goes and no one knows
she’s slipping through my hands

so in that sense, the journey is a continuum. your spirit yearns for the unknown, but at least your heart is content with the memories it now holds.



so. with all of that being said, i’m having withdrawals. which is sort of inevitable. and i’m definitely not ready for summer to end.

but who is, really?

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i like that the warmth of the day lingers well into the late evening,

that the line for ice cream at the little tin man wraps around the block,

and that i can drive with my windows down so that my hair tangles around my bare shoulders.


but i do love that the seasons change here.

and i love the glowing city lights right outside my bedroom window.

i love that my neighborhood is alive and bustling with noisy construction and 20-somethings walking in and out of the convenience store beneath my building.


she’s always buzzing just like
neon, neon
neon, neon
who knows how long, how long, how long
she can go before she burns away

(“neon,” john mayer)


most mornings, i wake up with a sleepy sense of contentment. grateful for a life that is so full of potential adventure.

and with a little bit of confidence, i can totally venture outside of the norm. and in turn, i find that it’s easier to lessen the tug. to stop enduring the ‘everyday’ and actually seize the moment.

to live a little recklessly. to take a few more chances.


so, cheers!

(signed, the post-grad.)

p.s. i was convinced that my absence here went unnoticed…i didn’t want this space to feel like a chore, so i chose to neglect my little blog. and i’m sorry! so to those of you (you know who you are) who asked when i’d be posting again, thanks for the extra push.

i promise i’ll attempt to be a little bit more consistent.

but no guarantees.

back to the golden state.

15 May

over the weekend, i spent time with the people i cherish the most.

my family.


sometimes i ask myself how i got so lucky.

was it all pre-destined? that i’d end up with the most loving, generous, down-right wonderful family?


i’ve always been thankful for my superhero mother, incredibly thoughtful and supportive father, soulmate/best friend sister, and talented i-can’t-wait-to-watch-you-grow-up! little brother.


(paramount beauty.)


the five us just have that synergy, you know? like at times we totally get on each others’ nerves. duh. and we know juuuust how to aggravate each other to the point of “seriously? you KNOW it annoys me when ___.” totally. normal.

yet at the same time, we mesh. so well.

we make each other better people. we challenge each other. we inspire each other. we’re honest with each other.

(especially when honesty is least welcomed.)

and on sunday, as i flew east, i felt overwhelmingly fortunate. and appreciative. like i’m smack in the middle of so many good things right now.


and when i’m with these four beings, i’m taking in such real moments i know i’ll spend the rest of my life remembering with fondness. especially with my little brother.

i don’t have the pleasure of watching him evolve, day-to-day per say, during his teen years.

but let me tell you. he’s going places.

he’s forming opinions and changing his perspective and he’s handling all the exhaustion that comes with being a teenager with such tenacity.

he’s also 100% on the brink of a growth spurt.

go, william, go!

i am just so grateful for the chance i have to do this, to be this boy’s older sister, to be my sister’s best friend, to be my parents’ daughter.


to do what i do and to live where i live and to love these people that i love.

and so the rest of the weekend was filled with fantastic food, soaking up some backyard sunshine, reading, hiking, shopping, celebrating mama’s day, and just, well… simply enjoying life.


best little taqueria 


wrap bracelet / watch / ring

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los altos bar and grill

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sprout café

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happy hour + my dad’s bbqing (wanna cook for me every night?)

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mama’s day brunch (x2)

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and before i knew it, my dad was driving me back to the airport, fully aware that time. is. a. gift.

and i couldn’t be more thankful for the time i was able to spend in california.

thanks, mom and dad. and alex and william. the time we spend together means more to me than you’ll ever know.

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and thanks, colorado, for the beautiful welcome home.

(signed, the post-grad.)

sunday funday (spring cleaning edition).

14 Apr

i’m going to complain about the weather for a minute, k? k.

when people ask me if i like colorado’s weather, i immediately start blabbering about the bay area.

oh, you’re from cali?


i’m from CALIFORNIA.

not cali.


*cue high-pitched, obnoxious female voice*

oh my gawwwwd, caliiiiii!



in the bay area, we have 3 1/2 seasons: spring, summer, fall. 1/2 winter.

sort of winter? partial winter? the occasional wind/rain/thunder ohmygodit’sthestormofthecentury!

but mostly…it’s mild.

right now, the weather in CO has me storming (…no pun intended. really.) around the apartment.

like i’m gearing up to have a fight with the universe or something. c’mon, mother nature!

i mean, i dig all the seasons and appreciate them for the time when they should be here (for, like a few months)….but when this is the forecast mid-april, i’m like aaaawwhellNO.


these are not my kind of april showers.

but whatever. it could be worse. and for the most part, colorado has some really, really beautiful weather.

soooo! let’s chat spring cleaning.

yesterday, while it was tornado-ing outside (oh.my. god. enough about the weather, edie.), i tackled my super cluttered, why-in-the-world-have-i-kept-those- jeans-from-2008?, disorganized closet.



it got me thinking. we ‘spring clean’ to de-clutter. re-organize. re-prioritize. etc. etc., right?

say, hello to:

  • experiencing less stress. ex-boyfriend’s sweatshirt in your dresser? GET RID OF IT. far too often, our belongings have some sort of emotional attachment to them. hasta la vista, baby.
  • saving time. i mean honestly, how many hours have you spent looking for stuff?
  • getting creative! re-decorate. re-design. get all pintrest-y with your D.I.Y. projects. think Young House Love and DIY Playbook
  • feeling good about doing good. it’s a win-win donating clothes to Goodwill.

anyway, now that i’ve successfully cluttered created a fire hazard in our hallway, i’m off to goodwill.

oh, and in an attempt to pretend it isn’t the middle of january outside, i’m shoving spring in any open space in our apartment, as well as in my mouth (…now that was an awkward way of putting it. bring on seasonal fare!).


(tulips. and a messy bedside table.)


Mod Market


(everything-but-the-kitchen-sink dinner)


(typical work brekkie)




hey, colorado. you’re not half bad.

(signed, the post grad.)

35,000 feet.

10 Apr

[to preface]: this was supposed to be my first blog post.

but then by some fate of the universe, i lost it.


you know. like i wrote it and then it disappeared. like my computer said, BYEEEE! right after i finished.


anyway. i thoroughly convinced myself that i DID in fact write it. and that i DID in fact save it. and that i saved it ON my desktop.

so, i stared.

at my desktop.

and let me just mention that my desktop has like, 5 things on it. one of which is this:


go me, go!

turns out i DID save it. and ON my desktop, nonetheless.


SO. if that wasn’t the most intriguing, i-can’t-WAIT-to-read-whatever-else-she-has-cluttered-in-her-post-grad brain introduction, i don’t know what is.


current cruising altitude: 35,000 feet.

and just to put things into perspective, i stand 5’0 on a good day (height-challenged jokes, commence).

anyway, it’s more like +/- 35,000 feet with all this buckled-in-i-think-i’m-gunna-puke-my-cereal turbulence.

MOTION SICKNESS COMIN’ IN HOT! but let’s not get technical.

flying is kind of a therapeutic. and SOunnecessarily stressful at the same time.

case in point: i arrived the ‘recommended’ two hours before my flight (high five!) and i STILL found myself running to gate 76A with a strong cup of coffee in my right hand, ludicrously-priced magazines in left hand; while simultaneously texting my roommate, checking the weather, scrolling through instagram, reading e-mails, and cursing myself for not charging my phone longer.

^run-on sentence comin’ in hot.

anyway. starting this blog somewhere between the golden gate bridge and the rocky mountains is a bit fitting.

california is my ‘home.’ it has (a lot of) my heart. it has my family. my childhood. my high school friends. my frizzy hair and my braces. my swim meets. my road trips. my backyard. my sleepovers. my accomplishments and my failures. my firsts.

colorado has another piece of my heart. it has my college experience. my closest friends. my work. my passions and my hobbies. my vulnerability. my independence. my optimism. my unknown.

as if walking across the graduation stage in a baggy gown//oversized-cap would lead to an enlightening iknowEXACTLYwhatiamgoingtodofortherestofmylife! revelation.

news flash: i got a business degree, not a bachelors in finding clarity.

but if i’ve learned anything in the last few months, it’s about embracing the transition. finding a job and a new place to live and making new friends and loosening that superTIGHT grip on ‘knowing,’ just enough to find solace in the unknown.

so for now, let’s just enjoy the ride. because really, we’re blessed to be where we are. and where we’re going.

(signed, the post-grad.)