What wakes me up when I’m home are my chickens (pictured) and my neighbor’s rooster; at school it’s the quietest alarm I can manage, though sometimes I’ll wake myself up right before for no reason. I am a person driven by stress more than I would like, although I do appreciate the work ethic this anxiety has left me with. To fight it, I’ve taken up knitting, yoga, and the occasional run, and I spend a lot of time drinking tea.
My current happy place is on a giant beanbag in Hart 203, where I live with three girls from my freshman hall who have become my closest friends. We have a host of plant children that includes my babies, Phineas and Fern (this summer I had a mint plant named The Colonel but it died tragically before I came back to school). My goal is a life filled with good books, good food, friends, and (non-jealous) green things, so I feel like I’ve got a pretty good start here.
One form of media that’s come back into my life lately is the journal (is a journal a medium? I’m counting it). When I was abroad, I journaled constantly and shared it with friends in my creative writing-themed LLC who did the same. Since I’ve come back to the States, though, I’ve been having a hard time feeling like the things I do are worth writing about, so it’s nice to start thinking about my life narratively again.