A Throwback...

Hello, old friends! Look at that, a new post on the blog!! That is, if this old thing still loves me...its been a hot minute. Like a year-long minute. As I sat down to compose my New Years Resolutions, I started to think about my writing. I quickly pushed down any thoughts of reviving the blog, knowing full well that despite any positive goals I may set, I don't have the best track record of keeping up with this thing. But then my blog sort of stayed on my brain for a few days, and I decided to look at it, a year later. Lucky for you ducks, I found a draft of an old post I had tucked away, surely with intentions on finishing, editing, and posting. (LOL). This was written last spring when I was close to graduating and still feeling nostalgic for England. I was interesting to here some of my reflections and maybe you will find them interesting too. I have decided to attach it below for your enjoyment!

As for the future of this blog, I'm not making any promises. All I know is that in some of the downtime I had this past Christmas break, I found myself telling friends and families stories from my Fall Quarter and quickly realizing how I wish I could have them written in permanence, and shared with you lovely people. Bottom line, you may see a fresh new piece from me sooner than you think ;)

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May 2016

Is this thing on? Better yet, is anyone actually still reading this? There's grace, right?

The harassment I've been getting from family and friends has gotten to be a bit much, and to be honest, I happen to miss this little blogging world of mine. So let's give this another go and see where we go, shall we? However, be forewarned: I'm 87% positive my life peaked in England. But, as much as I want to say "don't expect any crazy Cami stories that compare to England", you and I both know enough to know that crazy follows me wherever I go.

I will admit, I feel a pain of longing as I sit and write this at my trusty old Ikea desk, as I became so accustomed to writing my past UK blogs in Canterbury coffee shops and English libraries. Boy, do I miss the days where my dairy-free intentions took a sabatacle, I had three cups of tea a day, and "love" or "darling" were common terms of endearment. But you know what I miss even more? The squeaky sound my bedroom door made every time I came home, the crappy grocery stores where the produce was lacking but the biscuits were plenty, and, of course, my wonderful group of trustie goofballs getting me through all of it. England was not even a year ago, but at times I forget it even happened. It seems like such a blip on my timeline, 3 months taken out of context. I look back at pictures and videos and sometimes I don't even recognize myself, like, did I really go to Paris with a 101 degree fever? Did I really travel to Brussels by myself? Did I really arrive in a foreign country with no friends, no plans, no shampoo, and somehow make a home for myself there? Its strange to explain, friends. Because now, going to classes and doing work and making dinner and going to bed--I don't always feel like that girl.

Whoops. I expected that to be a one sentence UK shout out, but you'll have to excuse me as its been a while since I've done some healthy blog therapy ;)

Back to Senior year. 5 weeks left. FIVE. As if wrapping my head around the fact that I traveled through Europe for 3 months wasn't enough to digest, now I have to consider graduating. IN FIVE WEEKS. Not only do I remember preparing for high school graduation so clearly, but I even recall my 8th grade graduation like it was last month. Each life milestone just gets more surreal than the next. Is this what it feels like when you're 80 and thinking, how did I get here?? It has been reassuring to know that soon after I graduate, I have a whole new adventure in front of me. Its going to be a long next year of living off loans, student teaching, taking graduate courses, living with new roommates--but my excitement to get into my own classroom overwhelms all of it! Though I have always loved English, no subject has struck a chord quite as strongly as Education. Its quickly becoming one of my greatest passions, favorite things to talk about and #lifegoals. I never thought I would be the type to continue my education after college, but the field of Education has me dreaming about a future with a PhD and career in research. NERD ALERT RIGHT?

As for this little cow town of mine, it just continues to hog my heart. After suffering through less than ideal professors, schedules, and jam-packed quarters, I vowed as a wee Sophomore to have the easiest last quarter of college possible. Well friends, it has payed off. I'm taking 3 classes this quarter and one is just an internship. [...]