The best part about this post is that I'm writing it from the comfort of my own couch.
You never realize what you've got, till it's gone, one of the worst cliches in the book, but as I've grown a little bit wiser (emphasis on LITTLE), I've realized it's true. So for this Thanksgiving, I had a LOT more to be thankful for.
I didn't think my queen bed and purple room in the basement would ever feel like a five star hotel in the Bahamas compared to my stuffy little dorm back in Omaha. I didn't think I would swear that my mom's cooking is the best food I've ever eaten, and way better than the pasta I make for myself every day. I never thought I'd miss my dad and brother throwing the football and crashing into things in the morning when I'm trying to sleep. And let's not forget the fact that my sisters are actually showing friendship tendencies in our relationship.
And never,in my wildest dreams, did I ever think going back home would be considered a vacation
I guess that's what happens when you grow up. It really is (prepare yourself for yet another horrible cliche) the little things that matter most. I love the fact that I can find these little things, and hold onto them, for when I'm missing the big things while I'm three hours away.
Home for the holidays doesn't simply mean that I'm cleaning the house, buying groceries with my mom, and spending the day with my family anymore. Now, it means, coming home to do three weeks worth of laundry because I ran out of quarters. It means that I answer the question "how's school going?"about a million times, to a million different faces because I need to catch up with everyone because I don't see them on a regular basis.I get to enjoy water pressure that actually works, and not worry about how loud I play my music. Home for the holidays means that it's not just extended family I get to meet up with again, it's Starbucks dates and soccer practices, reuniting with all the friends I had to leave behind too.
Most importantly, all the people I love are simply in way closer proximity to me in that location.
Home for the holidays means I get to enjoy all the little things my (not-so) little city has to offer, because Lord knows that while I'm away I miss those little things the most.
It's no secret that winter is not considered to be one of the favorite seasons. Besides the holidays, winter tends to be pretty drab. It's grey and dark, and you can never get warm. During my daily walk through campus under these conditions, I've come to a list of conclusions as to why winter is usually public enemy #1.
1. Hat Hair.
The staticky, no good, messy look that comes from wearing those adorable knitted beanies. Trust me, what's going on underneath that hat isn't nearly as cute as the pom pom on top of my head.
2. Winter Coats.
For starters, these things physically inhibit my driving abilities. How am I expected to effectively maneuver my appendages when I'm padded in layers of fluff like the Philsbury dough boy? It's not the ice causing my reckless driving officer, its my coat. Not to mention, there is no flattering way to wear a coat that makes you look like a marshmallow. None.
Yet another piece of restrictive winter gear. How am I supposed to text on the long walk back from class if the screen can't feel my fingers, hm?
Are they even still in style anymore? I don't even know.
It's a winter wonderland, I get it. That's great and all, until it turns into the slush I'm trudging through ruining my (fashionably questionable) ugg boots.
PSA- THANKSGIVING IS A HOLIDAY. Stop skipping over it to go straight to Christmas. The pilgrims didn't survive scurvy for this crap.
7. Red and green are EVERYWHERE.
It's great symbolism for Christmas, don't get me wrong. But it takes a special breed of human to pull off that color scheme without looking like an elf. And in my 5'2" frame, I am not one of those people.
8. What is the sun?
I don't know how long it's been since my skin has felt the sun on it. Neither do my legs, or arms, or any part of me really. And pasty isn't exactly anyones shade.
9. Eggnog. Eggnog everything.
10. Chapped lips and dried skin.
Can I get an AMEN from all the girls who go through travel sized lotion like it's a hot vanilla latte on a freezing cold day. (So I guess there's one perk from winter.)
11. The temperature.
Have we mentioned the freezing cold yet? No? Okay. FREEZING COLD WEATHER.
I don't mean to get everyone down before we get into something that's barely just begun. And don't take me for a scrooge, because I LOVE Christmas, peppermint, and the twinkly lights. There are just some parts I wish we could do without. Feel free to comment your favorite/ least favorite things about the winter below.
See you soon.
By popular demand of my mother, I have decided to start a blog. Well, that's partially true. I did want to start one on my own, but the persistency of my mother has prompted me to actually do it.
And I am glad to be here.
There are lots of tips on the internet about how to format your blog, what to write about, how to reach your readers, and all sorts of things like that. A lot of it was rubbish, as I'm writing for the pure pleasure of putting my thoughts into the world, and not trying to create a website that will sell you a can opener that doubles as your house key.
Is everyone on the same page?
If not, I'll try again. I'm here to write, for me, for my readers, and because I love to do so. Some might know that I used to have a column in the newspaper, and well, this is basically a continuation of that. For those of you just joining, my column was an assigned bi-weekly publication on a topic of my choice that went out to the general public. It was a lot of fun, and I've decided to continue the thrill of publication, but on a smaller scale of the internet. (Which is that really smaller or a larger version of my world? That's something we could dig into later.)
The internet and all it's wonderful advice also suggested I come to you with an "about me" post first, which is understandable so here it goes...
By now you've probably assessed that my humor is quite dry, or quite sarcastic. This is true, and has been true for the entirety of my 19 years on earth. I'm a broke college student attending school at the University of Nebraska at Omaha majoring in secondary education with a focus in language arts, and I'm hardly handling adulthood. I love coffee, and hate water. I believe eating healthy is very important, and that binge watching Netflix counts as a sport. My family is very very important to me, as are my friends and those who love me. I don't want to give to much away, as my thoughts and ideas will become more apparent as I publish more chronicles.
However, for more queries on my quirks, refer to the about me page. Which, maybe that get's updated, and maybe it forever stays the same. I guess that depends on how much I change with it. To get in contact with me I have my email, and twitter handle for outreach. I love comments, and re-blogs, and retweets, and re-shares and anything involved with getting my story to someone who might feel the same way, so feel free to do so. I do not have copyrights to anything accept the domain lookingforalyssa.com. (feel free to add that to your bookmarked for future reference). I am going to try my hardest to get out weekly publications. I look forward to tantalizing you all with my words-of-somewhat-wisdom.
See you soon.
To express, explain, and exclaim the lessons life continually throws at me, and my take on how to deal.