Things I Love

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It’s not Thursday but I still love things. Yesterday I was tied up working on a huge paper about teen advocacy in public libraries. I love learning about this stuff, but papers are not my favorite, of course.

Also yesterday I booked a trip to Tulsa in May. I’ll be there for 46 hours, traveling for over fourteen all together but it will be worth it to see my friends and Hanson and Tulsa once more <3

I love…
<3 April
<3 spring
<3 airports
<3 meeting internet friends (even if it's only for a few crazy hours)

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<3 Boston
<3 Scrivener
<3 getting back into working on my novel
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<3 Stuck In Love (& the soundtrack)
<3 sea salted chocolate
<3 salads with greens, goat cheese, berries/ craisins and nuts
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<3 coconut … Oil, butter, foot cream, scented candles and of course just plain old coconuts
<3 seeking out new restaurants to try. Finding one called Fairy Cafe
<3blueberry / chocolate Burt's Bees

What do you love today??

Xo
Melanie

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Things I Love Thursday

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Drives in the sunshine
Random thrift store finds
New bookshelves
Gray nail polish
My brothers dog
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The beach
April
Hoodies
Daffodils
Adventures
Providence RI
#letmetakeaselfie
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free cupcakes
Ramen restaurants
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Introspection
Starting a YouTube channel

What do you love today?
Xo
Melanie

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Book Tube

A few months back I discovered Catriona’s Little Book Owl YouTube page. I can’t even remember why, as I’ve never been an avid YouTube watcher. Since watching Little Book Owl posts about book love and many other dorky bookish things, I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole of other bookish videos and discovered a whole community that’s called “Book Tube” where people talk about (and okay, fangirl over) books they love. Most of these books are YA, however it’s possible that’s only because I haven’t branched out. Anyway, after much contemplation I have decided to start my own channel. I have a lot of love to share about books, and I know that my channel is going to be a little different from most of the Book Tubers that I watch. I’m a bit older than most of them, and while our tastes overlap I have many other great book loves. I’d love for you to join me on this journey, I’ll be posting videos through the blog as I upload them. I’ve never really used Quicktime to edit or make videos, so this is a learning experience.

Let me know what you think!

xo
Melanie Kristy

Wanderlust: Portland, Oregon


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I haven’t told you about my trip yet because it’s so close to my heart, I’m afraid I might not do it justice with just words. I’m also afraid I might forget if I don’t write about it. So here I am, bursting.

People have asked me what I did in Portland and my response was always, “I walked around a lot, looked at books and ate some food.” Nothing spectacular happened, I didn’t even see all of the city. I went to Portland because I was going to Seattle, and I didn’t want to fly all the way across the country for just four days. So instead I flew out early, all by myself, and stayed by myself and wandered around alone. It was amazing.

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The things they say about Portland are true. The bicycles, the recycling, and the coffee shops. Also the people, no one is from Portland. People just end up there. It’s like a haven for twenty-somethings to have their quarter life crisis, to go where they feel like they belong, where people get them because they are so misunderstood elsewhere. I overheard a girl telling her friends how her parents joked that she better not become a hippie and live in the park. Portland is the place I wish I had discovered when I was twenty-two and fresh out of college. It’s that place of possibility that seems secluded within itself. I witnessed a waitress become fast friends with a guy she served ramen to. I wanted to sit and observe people for days.

 

So Powell’s Bookstore is where I’ve sold some of my used books for cash. You can go there and sell your books to them for cash or credit. It’s the size of an entire city block and four floors worth of books. There’s a map you can get when you enter the store. I went there four times in three days. It was the first place I went after I checked into my hotel and convinced myself not to take a nap. I was too overwhelmed to stay very long, so I swiped some maps and returned later.

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When people asked me what I planned to do in Portland, I told them go to Powell’s and Voodoo Donuts. Who needs a better plan than that? I also planned to explore food carts and just be somewhere new for a while. The food carts parked around an entire city block of space, and there were so many different cuisines. I bought samosas at an Indian cart and while I waited for the samosas to cook the man gave me half a cup of hot chai. I drank chai in the drizzly rain then ate on the sidewalk while the samosas were too hot not to burn my mouth.

 

I found VooDoo donuts accidentally when I took the long way back from the Post Office. Aside from the sign it blends into the buildings, and I wouldn’t have known I was passing it if I hadn’t looked up at the right time. Inside there were donuts shelves in two round display cases on either side of the counter. There were donuts with fruit loops, ones with bacon and oreos. One I bought was called Old Dirty Bastard and it had chocolate, peanut butter and crushed oreos over a glazed donut.

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On the last day I took a train to Seattle and left the city behind. It’s not some place I’d like to live. I don’t feel homesick in that way I feel homesick for California and Italy. Staying in Portland was like staying with an old friend. Comfortable but not too familiar. And I definitely want to revisit.

 

<3

Melanie

 

For pictures of my foodie adventure through Portland check out links here and here.

Kindred: Grown Up. No one can tell me I can’t say FUCK.

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The Kindred Collective is a group of creatives, “grown ups” who use their minds and hands and make things inspired by weekly themes. This is my piece on being a grown up, a few weeks too late. Because being grown up means sometimes you can’t get your shit together on time.

Originally posted on The Kindred Collective:

I’m not sure I ever took the time to contemplate what it means to be grown up. As a kid my thoughts were on owning a house and getting married and having kids and doing what’s supposed to happen next. High school led to undergrad. I always wanted to write.

 

Write write write.

 

In my head my future was writing, publishing novels, living in a city and traveling all the time. But I never took the time to fill in that fantasy and figure out what it means to be that person. That I would have to show up and do the work.

 

So now I’m on the last months before I turn thirty, and I’ve been thinking about it more and more. My entire twenties have been a sort of quarterlife crisis. You can say that doesn’t exist, but maybe our entire generation* is in the…

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