All Time Favorite Books

The Wanderer Issue 1

Words have always been a safe space for me. Since before I can even remember, I would find myself venting away with the help of a pen; pouring myself across each page. It’s always been a lot easier for me to express myself on paper than in person. Sometimes I feel as though I must write it all down in order to move past it. There’s just something about putting it down on paper that feels so final to me. In some in explainable way, it always felt like someone out there is listening. I think that’s what I’ve always admired about writers is their fearlessness behind each phrase. Their courage to show the world what the inside of their mind looks like. To stand up in a crowded room and scream at the top of their lungs. There’s this element of vulnerability about it that made me fall in love with literature at a young age. The simplicity of an idea and a pen, that brings me a feeling of contentment.

Untitled-31When I think of my all time favorite books, the ones that first come to mind are usually those that made me feel something; whether that be happy, sad, inspired, or a combination of all of those things. Make sure to check them out below, and I hope they bring you as much joy as they did for me xoxo

Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

I’ll Tell You in Person by Chloe Caldwell

Sweet Bitter by Stephanie Danler

The Rules Do Not Apply by Ariel Levy

Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

The Light We Lost by Jill Santopolo

Girl Boss by Sophia Amoruso

The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur

→ Currently reading: South and West by Joan Didion + so far I am loving it!

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Hope you enjoyed this post! I’m always looking for book suggestions so make sure to comment your favorite books below! xoxo

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Home Sweet Home

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IMG_5044Untitled-31.jpgHi there lovelies! Since I am currently back home for a short few weeks, I decided it would be fitting to write a more personal post so you guys can get to know a little more about me. Something I’ve always struggled with was the concept of “home.” Growing up in a military family, I’ve been able to call a wide variety of area codes my “home” from time to time. All the way from a tiny island in Japan to the middle of the Mojave Desert; you could say I’ve lived all over the map. Around seventh-grade, my dad retired and my family and I packed up our tiny desert townhouse and made our thirty-hour road trip to Kentucky. Being so accustomed to moving, this didn’t strike me as anything special but I will say that I knew absolutely nothing about this new place I’d call home—besides KFC and horses. Which is funny to me now because that’s usually the first response I get when I tell people I am from Kentucky. Long story short, I grew to love Kentucky but when it came time to decide on where I’d go to college, I had a strong desire to branch out and apply out-of-state. Little did I know, I would end up moving two-thousand miles away to attend my dream school in San Diego. It wasn’t until that freshman year of college when I honestly realized the true meaning of home. I remember it like yesterday, saying goodbye to my parents on move-in day and feeling an actual pit in my stomach when they walked out that door and I was faced with what I had done. Being the absolute home-body that I am, I don’t think I had ever spent more than five days without my family, and that was at church camp in seventh grade. After going into full panic-mode, I then of course realized what an amazing experience I had in front of me and I decided to make the most of it. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely did…but that’s a different story. This story is about what I learned along the way. Before that year, if someone were to ask me about my home, I would probably tell them that my dad was in the military and it was hard for me to consider one single place I had lived, my home. Or maybe I would describe my house in Kentucky; all brick, down a tree-shaded street. That year, I had learned more about myself and life than I had learned in the seventeen years prior. I learned that sometimes home isn’t just a brick infrastructure with a wrap around porch, or a one bedroom apartment in the city. Home can have two hazel-green eyes, and a crooked smile. It’s the one place where both your mind is at ease, and your heart feels full. Home can look like a rainy Sunday morning, or a Friday night out dancing with your girl friends. It’s where faith always wins over fear. Home isn’t necessarily just a place, or one specific person. I think there’s a little bit of home inside each of us. It’s just a matter of embracing it in the way we live our lives, every single day.

 

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→ Similar bag at a much better price!  — such a STEAL!

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→ Same pair of sunnies in a different color — so cute!

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On Sundays, We Brunch

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There’s something about Sunday mornings that brings me a sense of nostalgia. I remember waking up to the smell of abandoned, stale coffee and the faint remembrance of a hectic morning progressing while I languish my way in and out of sleep. My mom never bothered to try to wake us up early on Sundays because she knew once she did, she would never get any of the countless tasks on her endless list taken care of. However, whenever it got too late, much closer to the afternoon than the morning, we would hear her coincidentally start to slam cupboard doors and the strident clinking of pots and pans. Soon enough, the sweet aroma of a warm brunch began to fill our home. I think these little moments from our childhood have a much larger impact on the people we are today. Even if we don’t want to recognize it, these moments shape the way we go about our everyday lives. For instance, I take my time on Sunday mornings and I also find brunch one of the most important meals of the day.

 

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Stop and Smell the Roses

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After living in San Diego for about three years now, I finally made my way to the Carlsbad Flower Fields. Just in time, considering that today is the last day that they’re actually open for this season. Although the weather in San Diego lately has been giving me serious rainy-day, stay in bed and watch This Is Us vibes, the flower fields did not disappoint.

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