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To the friends I lost and made

in the shade

of the Immaculata;

To the late nights,


of course,

to the early mornings;

To drinking more coffee

than my bladder could hold;

To the classes on crying;

To the professors who barely tolerated our existence,

And to those whose words changed mine;

Goodbye, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen.

Until graduate school (coming to Indiana, August 2016).IMG_3114


Thursdays Are Underrated

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “(Extra)ordinary.”

If you think about it, Thursdays are really something spectacular.

You go about your daily routine, and before you know it, you’re falling asleep so that you can wake up on Friday.

Really, Thursdays are like a weekly Christmas Eve!

Or maybe not.

The point of this post is just to call attention to an object, a location, and a person in my life that, like Thursday, just don’t get the respect they deserve.


This is my dear friend, Zoë, in the USD Writing Center, with my lunchbox.

There is so much more that could be said about all of these objects, but, at least at the present moment, I’ll be brief and simply say that these are A Few of My Favorite Things.

Explosions of Happiness

Every morning, I have to walk up a hill to campus.
It’s a rough hill.
I always think that, eventually, I’ll get used to it. Over two years later and I’m still not.

But the point is, it’s Friday! Hooray! Today, armed with a dangerous amount of optimism, I noticed this planter full of vibrant greens, seemingly exploding with life (even though its Autumn).

Naturally, I had to take a picture*!


*But it has also been edited!*


Well THAT'S a unique flower...
Well THAT’S a unique flower…

Today’s lunch brought to us by the University of San Diego gardeners, and their beautiful creation!

As a side note, it’s a bit harder than I anticipated to find and craft these lunchbox photos. There is so much more to photography than “point and shoot,” and I think it is really easy to fall into that hole if you’re not at least a bit precaution. Plus, whenever I try and take a photo of my lunchbox, people tend to look at me with an odd expression…

Every day brings the opportunity for improvement, though!

Drumroll, Please!

Sometimes, inspiration can be a bit challenging to find. He’s an elusive, mysterious, and generally difficult beast, who can persuade the unwary into spending many hours in futile attempt to ensnare him…

… but the joke’s on him! I’ve got ’em!

This summer, at the local Asda, I found perhaps the coolest lunchbox ever:

Photo of Satchel lunchbox from here

There was a relatively steep price tag attached to this bag, though, and due to that, my dad requested he see pictures of every where I take the bag, and thus a new series was created!

Although I make no promises of how often the bag will be featured, I am hoping to showcase the bag in various locations (perhaps even with different people?) about once a week.

Today’s image, seeing as it is the first post of it’s kind, is from my first day back on campus:


For those of you who are familiar with USD, this is on one of the benches in the courtyard between Founder’s and Camino Hall. It was a gorgeous day, and is a great way to begin this series!

Stay tuned for more Lunchbox Adventures!

Water, Water Everywhere

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”

There are certain subjects that I constantly take pictures of, like my dogs,


A Pit Bull/Bull Mastiff with a heart of gold and loving eyes.

my breathtaking campus,


and, of course, my love (who is also my muse, but rarely allows me to photograph him).

My best friend.

However, one thing that I am perpetually amazed by– and take photos of every chance I get!– is the Pacific Ocean.

The majestic Pacific at sunset.
The majestic Pacific at sunset.

Being near such an extensive and vast body of water is humbling, to say the least, but it is also empowering.

More of the Pacific.
More of the Pacific.

Dipping my toes in the water feels like going home. It feels like hitting the refresh button.

Even more of the Pacific.
Even more of the Pacific.

Breathing in the salty air causes my true soul to resurface and renews my hope for the future.

Sunrise of the Pacific Ocean; view from Catalina Island.
Sunrise of the Pacific Ocean; view from Catalina Island.

Those crashing waves that dance eternally with the coast remind me of childhood, and waiting impatiently until summer to jump into that first wave. I hope that every opportunity I get, I will wade into the water and reconnect with Mother Ocean.

I’ll tell you everything about living free.