In a world with tweets, likes and filters, don’t forget to look up and see the world moving around you.
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I’ve always found accents mignonne (cute) and fun to deal with. Growing up with my mom, who still has an accent in English after 20 years of living in the states, I would at times have to translate her English… to English. Sometimes people would look at me when my mom was trying to explain something, and after I re-explained it, they would understand. I would tease my mom about it, and she would take it lightly, always making a joke about it as well. Then I moved to France… and I now understand that struggle. Continue reading “Speaking Funny “
I wondered about the explorers who’d sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge; how amazed to discover, instead, places they had only seen in their dreams
– Jodi Picoult Continue reading “Risks”
If dating and relationships are already difficult, try a language barrier. How do you explain your tastes, likes, dislikes, personality traits, history and make sure you understand theirs as well in a language you feel, at times, completely lost in? How do you make sure that something they said and the tone they said it in means exactly what you think it means? How do you make up for miscommunication? How do you control the frustration when they look at you with a blank stare and say, “huh” when you are trying to express yourself? Continue reading “Dating and Dictionaries”
Maybe it is the weather. The drizzling rain, the cloudy days, and the countless gray buildings that look more alive in the summer instead of in the cold wind. Maybe it is because this weather does not let me go out and enjoy the streets of Paris like I did when I first arrived here and I feel inclosed. Or maybe, it is something completely, utterly different. Continue reading “Bajón”
Senior year of high school my compass for choosing universities was always spinning. Each day I was talking my mom’s ear off about how THIS certain university was the one I HAD to go to. My mom always told me, “Veronica, you need to get your compass pointed north, you are spinning everywhere and do not know where you want to go.”
She was right. I knew where I wanted to end up and what degree I wanted to get, but I did not know which school could do that for me. I also believe I had these thoughts running through my head that told me, “you need to be like everyone else and go to college. You need to have that broke, dorm room college life”. I know these feelings came from the fact that my high school years were full of moving places and loneliness. Yet, one night in the car with my mom, she just out of the blue said, “how about you move abroad?” Continue reading “Compass Pointed North”
I’ve lost my inspiration.
The city no longer captivates me as a wild eyed child, each corner turned holding a new discovery. Continue reading “Midst the Noise”