Snapshot of us at the Austin airport before taking off!
I’m baaaaaaack!!! Please excuse any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors, as I am way too excited to write this post!
We had an AMAZING time on our trip to Colombia!
Getting to Colombia was easy. We flew out of Austin, TX to Houston, TX. Then from Houston, TX to Bogota, Colombia. When we left Austin, the heat was unbearable so, naturally, we were wearing shorts and lightweight shirts. When we arrived at the airport in Bogota we were freezing! If you plan on going into Bogota during the US summer months, pack a sweater and jeans! Everyone at the terminal was prepared and wearing jeans, boots, and sweaters. We had to wait 4 hours in Bogota for our flight to Armenia, Colombia. Continue reading
“First of all, it’s COLOMBIA, not Columbia.”
I sat in my apartment as I read this message and could not stop laughing. For weeks, I had been texting with Julian and the whole time I was misspelling the name of his beloved home country. I felt so embarrassed and wished I didn’t have to see him again in lab the next day.
If you have read our story before, I met Julian when I least expected it. Fresh from a bad breakup, I was running late to class after another night of bawling my eyes out. When I entered the classroom, there was only one seat open. I rushed in and sat down without really paying attention to anything or anyone, for that matter. The TA instructed us to form lab groups of 4. I looked to my right and saw two men and looked left and saw one man. I rolled my eyes and asked, “Y’all wanna be a group?” They all agreed and our group was set. Studying Civil Engineering, I was always one of the only women in my classes. I was tired of men and I was upset that, yet again, I was the only women in my group. Continue reading
This post is sponsored by Violet iodine, but all opinions expressed in this post are entirely my own.
One night after going out with my girlfriends and dancing, I met up with my ex boyfriend. When he came in for a hug, the pressure of the hug pushed into my chest and caused the worst pain I had ever felt. When I told him about this, he told me it was because I had gained weight and that only “girls with something wrong” get that kind of pain.
Soon after that, I started running. I felt ugly and unfixable. I really thought there was something wrong with me. After my period came and went, the pain went away. I was convinced that the running I was doing was the cure to my breast discomfort.
I became a runner in a matter of months and I loved it. My ex ended up breaking up with me because he fell for his class project partner and told me, “She likes to work out and is super fit. And that is something I really want in a girlfriend.” Cool. Continue reading