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LEAPING INTO A NEW LEAP YEAR

The time to celebrate a new year is coming. As the world does its best to prepare for celebrations and what's to come, I sit here reminiscing about this year. 2019 was electrifying in so many wonderful and extremely personal ways. I've laughed so hard that I cried. I've also cried so hard that I eventually laughed. I work hard to develop and improve myself all year long. I work towards my goals, or as I like to call them purposes, with a hopeful outlook on whatever is coming my way. Sometimes I accomplish these purposes and other times I fight on until I get it right. With age, I've given up on the idea of resolutions.  New Year's resolutions are great but they tend to fall apart after a while. I simply continue working on be my best self every day.

Over the past couple of years, I've realized that my resolutions have become continuations of things that I've been working on. A new year is a wonderful thing. I look forward to all the things 2020 will throw my way. Yes, I'm even talking about the bad because that means I will grow

This year I continued on the adventure of doing things I've never done before. My ultimate experience was getting on my first plane as an adult a year old and going to Puerto Rico. The second was quitting my job and taking a leap of faith. While that isn't as epic as the last, it worked out in more ways than one. I'm happy. I even got rid of the toxicity in my life and I'm almost done cleaning house when it comes to toxic people. 

2019 was amazing. I don't look back and regret it. I look back and laugh. It was wonderful. It was full of experiences and firsts times.  In 2020 I'd like to continue tackling firsts and new experiences.  There are so many goals/purposes that I wish to do and I can make that happen. Here are some purposes I'd like to cotinue to work on and grow:

  1. I need a passport. Admittingly so, I don't have a passport. This is something that I wish to obtain, Puerto Rico isn't the only tropical island. There are so many and I'm excited to see the rest of the world. My passport will become a part of me. This makes me excited. 
  2. Peace on earth. I'm working on inner peace. I've been working on inner peace for so long. Sometimes it feels like it will never happen. It's one of those purposes that I fight for no matter what. I have faith that I can achieve peace and let go of the things that make me boil. Life's too short to be sitting around miserable.
  3. Goodbye anxiety and short tempers. Part of being a better me means that I'm working on where I went wrong the year before. I had a lot of anxiety and have lost my temper more times that I'm proud to admit. Those are things that I don't take pride in, but I work on them everyday. I have my faults like everyone else. I'll never be perfect, but I can be better. Tempers and anxiety doesn't belong in my life in 2020. Bye!
  4. Life is about quality not quantity.  I wand the best of the best in life. That means my circle should remail small and tight. That means more of my money will be spent on experiences and not just new clothes. I don't want and abundace of anything. I want a the best of everything. I want the good. I want the genuine. Everything else doesn't matter. Just happiness and love.
  5. Patience is virtue. I have a terrible habit of rushing things that could otherwise turn out better. I like instant gratification and that's where I go wrong. I am struggling between being a perfectionist and someone who is patient enough to make something as great as it can be.
While I continue to work on my purposes, I'll be enjoying the new year. 2019 was epic. 2020 has to somehow top that. I will not settle for less. Que venga lo que venga. Am I right?

What purposes do you wish to work on or continue working on?

LEAPING INTO A NEW LEAP YEAR

LEAPING INTO A NEW LEAP YEAR

The time to celebrate a new year is coming. As the world does its best to prepare for celebrations and what's to come, I sit here reminiscing about this year. 2019 was electrifying in so many wonderful and extremely personal ways. I've laughed so hard that I cried. I've also cried so hard that I eventually laughed. I work hard to develop and improve myself all year long. I work towards my goals, or as I like to call them purposes, with a hopeful outlook on whatever is coming my way. Sometimes I accomplish these purposes and other times I fight on until I get it right. With age, I've given up on the idea of resolutions.  New Year's resolutions are great but they tend to fall apart after a while. I simply continue working on be my best self every day.

Over the past couple of years, I've realized that my resolutions have become continuations of things that I've been working on. A new year is a wonderful thing. I look forward to all the things 2020 will throw my way. Yes, I'm even talking about the bad because that means I will grow

This year I continued on the adventure of doing things I've never done before. My ultimate experience was getting on my first plane as an adult a year old and going to Puerto Rico. The second was quitting my job and taking a leap of faith. While that isn't as epic as the last, it worked out in more ways than one. I'm happy. I even got rid of the toxicity in my life and I'm almost done cleaning house when it comes to toxic people. 

2019 was amazing. I don't look back and regret it. I look back and laugh. It was wonderful. It was full of experiences and firsts times.  In 2020 I'd like to continue tackling firsts and new experiences.  There are so many goals/purposes that I wish to do and I can make that happen. Here are some purposes I'd like to cotinue to work on and grow:

  1. I need a passport. Admittingly so, I don't have a passport. This is something that I wish to obtain, Puerto Rico isn't the only tropical island. There are so many and I'm excited to see the rest of the world. My passport will become a part of me. This makes me excited. 
  2. Peace on earth. I'm working on inner peace. I've been working on inner peace for so long. Sometimes it feels like it will never happen. It's one of those purposes that I fight for no matter what. I have faith that I can achieve peace and let go of the things that make me boil. Life's too short to be sitting around miserable.
  3. Goodbye anxiety and short tempers. Part of being a better me means that I'm working on where I went wrong the year before. I had a lot of anxiety and have lost my temper more times that I'm proud to admit. Those are things that I don't take pride in, but I work on them everyday. I have my faults like everyone else. I'll never be perfect, but I can be better. Tempers and anxiety doesn't belong in my life in 2020. Bye!
  4. Life is about quality not quantity.  I wand the best of the best in life. That means my circle should remail small and tight. That means more of my money will be spent on experiences and not just new clothes. I don't want and abundace of anything. I want a the best of everything. I want the good. I want the genuine. Everything else doesn't matter. Just happiness and love.
  5. Patience is virtue. I have a terrible habit of rushing things that could otherwise turn out better. I like instant gratification and that's where I go wrong. I am struggling between being a perfectionist and someone who is patient enough to make something as great as it can be.
While I continue to work on my purposes, I'll be enjoying the new year. 2019 was epic. 2020 has to somehow top that. I will not settle for less. Que venga lo que venga. Am I right?

What purposes do you wish to work on or continue working on?
January 01, 2020

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

As the snow slowly kissed the fir trees below, my eyes began to flutter open. Mother nature is keen on the magic of Christmas or so I like to believe. She welcomes December with tiny flakes. The countdown to Christmas has begun. Soon the Rockefeller Christmas tree lighting will take place. That's exciting. The city and those who come from near and far will come out to hear music, to stand with strangers, drink apple cider, and watch a tree light up like the north star.

Santa and the elves are up in the North Pole getting ready forb the big day. Children will begin to write their Christmas lists if they haven't already. The shops will be swarming with people in the holiday spirit and those who just want to see the smile on their children's faces. Someone asked me about what I will ask Old St. Nick for Christmas. I haven't made a list yet, but I'll be sure to check it twice when I ndo. I'm not asking for many things this year. I'm wishing upon a star. What I want most for Christmas is to be with my family. Everything else is a bonus during the holiday.

As I sit here with my Cinnamon Apple Spice tea, I take in every moment. The snowflakes are still kissing the fir trees below and the rain has began to coexist with these beautiful crystals. The wind continues to howl slightly and I am still wrapped in a cocoon of a blanket and fuzzy, Christmas socks. Today only marks the first day of the most magical time of year and I am looking forward to it all.

I hope your December is merry and bright. Whether you celebrate Christmas or any other holidays, I hope is your best holiday yet. While the elves are busy at work and Santa is making a list and checking it twice, this is the time to bring joy to the world and find it within oursleves.

Happy holidays to you my friends! The world is about to become a bit more magical. Have you made your list and checked it twice? After all, it is the season of giving. Santa may just be extra nice this year. x

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

As the snow slowly kissed the fir trees below, my eyes began to flutter open. Mother nature is keen on the magic of Christmas or so I like to believe. She welcomes December with tiny flakes. The countdown to Christmas has begun. Soon the Rockefeller Christmas tree lighting will take place. That's exciting. The city and those who come from near and far will come out to hear music, to stand with strangers, drink apple cider, and watch a tree light up like the north star.

Santa and the elves are up in the North Pole getting ready forb the big day. Children will begin to write their Christmas lists if they haven't already. The shops will be swarming with people in the holiday spirit and those who just want to see the smile on their children's faces. Someone asked me about what I will ask Old St. Nick for Christmas. I haven't made a list yet, but I'll be sure to check it twice when I ndo. I'm not asking for many things this year. I'm wishing upon a star. What I want most for Christmas is to be with my family. Everything else is a bonus during the holiday.

As I sit here with my Cinnamon Apple Spice tea, I take in every moment. The snowflakes are still kissing the fir trees below and the rain has began to coexist with these beautiful crystals. The wind continues to howl slightly and I am still wrapped in a cocoon of a blanket and fuzzy, Christmas socks. Today only marks the first day of the most magical time of year and I am looking forward to it all.

I hope your December is merry and bright. Whether you celebrate Christmas or any other holidays, I hope is your best holiday yet. While the elves are busy at work and Santa is making a list and checking it twice, this is the time to bring joy to the world and find it within oursleves.

Happy holidays to you my friends! The world is about to become a bit more magical. Have you made your list and checked it twice? After all, it is the season of giving. Santa may just be extra nice this year. x
December 01, 2019
Ever since I was a child, I've wanted to travel this incredible planet and experience people, life, cultures, and anything else the world has to offer. When I was growing up, I promised myself that I would someday travel, no matter how near or far, and see other places outside the state of New York. I'm talking about places like Los Angeles, Bali, and London or places so rich with natural resources it looks untouched by mankind. Being one with the planet is something I've craved my entire life and work every day for the peace that nature offers. Anyways, growing up in a single parent household didn't allow me such luxuries. So, keeping my promise to myself means more to me now more than it ever has. 

Admittingly, I don't get to travel as often as I wish. I'd love to drop everything and become a vagabond (literal goals), but I have other dreams like studying English and art. I'm a full-time student with a part-time job. My travels are usually reserved for my birthday or concerts, but both events are far and few in between. University and my job doesn't allow me much time off and most times I crave it. Even when my savings account doesn't agree with my spontaneous trips I rememeber that life's too short. 
Way back in January I was frustrated at work and feeling anxious about the new semester. I'm always thinking about how short life is. This is one of the reasons why I have so much anxiety. As I said before, part of me wants to become a vagabond and the other enjoys studying at university and her city life. It just so happens that when I have one, I always want the other. My professor can be in the middle of a lecture about Milton, but I'm thinking of my own paradise. When I'm in paradise, I get the academic version of homesickness. I always want to go back. With that being said, I tell myself that I can balance. I can feel the sand in my toes, smell the fresh air of rainforests, and see all of these cities while making it on time to my 8 a.m. class the next day.

Having to feel split in two by parts of me makes me feel stressed and anxious. Am I living my best life? Am I living it to the fullest? Do I go on enough adventures? Did I give the semester my all? The pre-academic anxiety brought more anxiety to the party. Mix the pre-academic anxiety with my frustrations at work and a real need to be somewhere else. That sums up how I ended up with a full itinerary in Philadephia. 
There was something truly important that I wished to do while in this historical city. It's something that I've wanted to do every time I've ever visited Philadelphia. I had to visit the Philadephia Museum of Art. As an art history student and an art lover, I had to see what this museum had to offer. I'm a member of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's truly my favorite museum I've visited thus far. I hold museums to very high standards. It was no surprise that the Philadelphia Museum of Art met those standards.

There was just one issue while I was at the museum: there was only twenty minutes until the doors closed. Naturally, I took in everything I can as fast I can. The first thing I stopped to see was the Fabulous Fashion exhibit. (Mom, if you're reading this, I want those shoes.) Fashion has always been a form of art. The clothes and the accessories all alike. The MET had the Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination exhibit last year and it was exquisite. I had to see what this museum had to offer. I was in awe of everything. My favorite piece from this collection was the shoes photographed above. I carefully look at each piece on display, but the shoes captured my attention. I didn't want to walk away. They are gorgeous. 
As I exited the exhibit, I was met by the grand staircase again. Diana, a sixteen-foot statue by Augustine Saint-Gaudens, is hard to miss as it quietly dominates and centers the grand hall and staircase. It was like a siren calling to me from the sea. I walked towards the statue in a trance. The grand staircase is directly in front of the entrance. The entire room was illuminated like it was golden hour and the light rested beautifully on Diana. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I had to take a moment to huff and puff and to shake off the trance I was in. I realized that it was crunch time. What did I need to see more? Was it European art or the armor room that was adjacent to the European art. The answer was obvious. European art is my absolute favorite. I walked into the first room of the exhibit to be engulfed by beauty.

The first room was very blue and filled with gold. From the painting itself to the frame to the chest before it, I was amazed by its beauty. Admittingly, the painitng made me giggle. It was probably because of the giant wreath and small head. I also couldn't figure out the story the artist was trying to tell. Something kept telling me that I should know but nothing crossed my mind. Maybe it's becuase I finally began to thaw out.
Sculptures are one of my favorite mediums for artistic expression. It never seize to be amazed by how the artist manages to create such intimate and elaborate details with marble. If you've ever seen Gian Lorenzo Bernini's St. Peter's Baldachin, then you'd understand how breathtaking sculptures can be. Sometimes sculptures aren't as extravogent. Sometimes they are more intimate. The sculptures I had first encountered were in fact intimate. The first sculpture of the boy with a leave over his private area was my favorite of the two shown. It's all about the details. 

As I continued to maneuver through the museums, a room fit for a princess stole my heart. There was gold everywhere. I'm talking about the mirrors, chandelier, and the details on the wall. I fell madly in love with this room. I had to take a selfie and pretend I was a princess during this era who had managed to to get her hands on a cellphone. Forgive me. That doesn't make sense. My imagination tends to run wild. 
As I continued on I found hidden mirrors and a mint green room that made me want to twirl in circles in a big poofy dress. The art in the room was beautfiul, but the room itself made me romanticize about being a noble's daughter. I kind of like the idea of living in a room this big.

Unfortunately, I was unable to see all that I wished to see. The museum is big and I had very little time. As the employees made their rounds to notify those who lingered that the museum is closed, I stood at the very top of the grand staircase, in front of the beautiful Diana statue, I took it all in. I a few hours left until my bus arrived to take me back to the Big Apple. I was hungry and it was freezing out.

The Philadelphia museum of art is a dreamy place where the art lover that I am lives and romanticizes about stories these artist retold in so many different ways. It's been almost a year since I've been to this museum, but I can't wait to return. This time I'll be more prepared and aware of what I wish to accomplish. Despite nearly freezing to death and my account being frozen for the next twenty-four hours, this trip was a success and I do it again. x

MY SOLO TRIP TO PHILADELPHIA

Ever since I was a child, I've wanted to travel this incredible planet and experience people, life, cultures, and anything else the world has to offer. When I was growing up, I promised myself that I would someday travel, no matter how near or far, and see other places outside the state of New York. I'm talking about places like Los Angeles, Bali, and London or places so rich with natural resources it looks untouched by mankind. Being one with the planet is something I've craved my entire life and work every day for the peace that nature offers. Anyways, growing up in a single parent household didn't allow me such luxuries. So, keeping my promise to myself means more to me now more than it ever has. 

Admittingly, I don't get to travel as often as I wish. I'd love to drop everything and become a vagabond (literal goals), but I have other dreams like studying English and art. I'm a full-time student with a part-time job. My travels are usually reserved for my birthday or concerts, but both events are far and few in between. University and my job doesn't allow me much time off and most times I crave it. Even when my savings account doesn't agree with my spontaneous trips I rememeber that life's too short. 
Way back in January I was frustrated at work and feeling anxious about the new semester. I'm always thinking about how short life is. This is one of the reasons why I have so much anxiety. As I said before, part of me wants to become a vagabond and the other enjoys studying at university and her city life. It just so happens that when I have one, I always want the other. My professor can be in the middle of a lecture about Milton, but I'm thinking of my own paradise. When I'm in paradise, I get the academic version of homesickness. I always want to go back. With that being said, I tell myself that I can balance. I can feel the sand in my toes, smell the fresh air of rainforests, and see all of these cities while making it on time to my 8 a.m. class the next day.

Having to feel split in two by parts of me makes me feel stressed and anxious. Am I living my best life? Am I living it to the fullest? Do I go on enough adventures? Did I give the semester my all? The pre-academic anxiety brought more anxiety to the party. Mix the pre-academic anxiety with my frustrations at work and a real need to be somewhere else. That sums up how I ended up with a full itinerary in Philadephia. 
There was something truly important that I wished to do while in this historical city. It's something that I've wanted to do every time I've ever visited Philadelphia. I had to visit the Philadephia Museum of Art. As an art history student and an art lover, I had to see what this museum had to offer. I'm a member of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's truly my favorite museum I've visited thus far. I hold museums to very high standards. It was no surprise that the Philadelphia Museum of Art met those standards.

There was just one issue while I was at the museum: there was only twenty minutes until the doors closed. Naturally, I took in everything I can as fast I can. The first thing I stopped to see was the Fabulous Fashion exhibit. (Mom, if you're reading this, I want those shoes.) Fashion has always been a form of art. The clothes and the accessories all alike. The MET had the Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination exhibit last year and it was exquisite. I had to see what this museum had to offer. I was in awe of everything. My favorite piece from this collection was the shoes photographed above. I carefully look at each piece on display, but the shoes captured my attention. I didn't want to walk away. They are gorgeous. 
As I exited the exhibit, I was met by the grand staircase again. Diana, a sixteen-foot statue by Augustine Saint-Gaudens, is hard to miss as it quietly dominates and centers the grand hall and staircase. It was like a siren calling to me from the sea. I walked towards the statue in a trance. The grand staircase is directly in front of the entrance. The entire room was illuminated like it was golden hour and the light rested beautifully on Diana. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I had to take a moment to huff and puff and to shake off the trance I was in. I realized that it was crunch time. What did I need to see more? Was it European art or the armor room that was adjacent to the European art. The answer was obvious. European art is my absolute favorite. I walked into the first room of the exhibit to be engulfed by beauty.

The first room was very blue and filled with gold. From the painting itself to the frame to the chest before it, I was amazed by its beauty. Admittingly, the painitng made me giggle. It was probably because of the giant wreath and small head. I also couldn't figure out the story the artist was trying to tell. Something kept telling me that I should know but nothing crossed my mind. Maybe it's becuase I finally began to thaw out.
Sculptures are one of my favorite mediums for artistic expression. It never seize to be amazed by how the artist manages to create such intimate and elaborate details with marble. If you've ever seen Gian Lorenzo Bernini's St. Peter's Baldachin, then you'd understand how breathtaking sculptures can be. Sometimes sculptures aren't as extravogent. Sometimes they are more intimate. The sculptures I had first encountered were in fact intimate. The first sculpture of the boy with a leave over his private area was my favorite of the two shown. It's all about the details. 

As I continued to maneuver through the museums, a room fit for a princess stole my heart. There was gold everywhere. I'm talking about the mirrors, chandelier, and the details on the wall. I fell madly in love with this room. I had to take a selfie and pretend I was a princess during this era who had managed to to get her hands on a cellphone. Forgive me. That doesn't make sense. My imagination tends to run wild. 
As I continued on I found hidden mirrors and a mint green room that made me want to twirl in circles in a big poofy dress. The art in the room was beautfiul, but the room itself made me romanticize about being a noble's daughter. I kind of like the idea of living in a room this big.

Unfortunately, I was unable to see all that I wished to see. The museum is big and I had very little time. As the employees made their rounds to notify those who lingered that the museum is closed, I stood at the very top of the grand staircase, in front of the beautiful Diana statue, I took it all in. I a few hours left until my bus arrived to take me back to the Big Apple. I was hungry and it was freezing out.

The Philadelphia museum of art is a dreamy place where the art lover that I am lives and romanticizes about stories these artist retold in so many different ways. It's been almost a year since I've been to this museum, but I can't wait to return. This time I'll be more prepared and aware of what I wish to accomplish. Despite nearly freezing to death and my account being frozen for the next twenty-four hours, this trip was a success and I do it again. x
November 25, 2019

AMONGST THE CHAOS I FIND PEACE

Lately, things have been chaotic. I'm in the process of looking for my first apartment. I've started a new job. I'm looking for a second job just to keep busy. I'm working on creating and publishing posts regularly. My family and I have started our pre-holiday festivities. I'm also going back and forth with my university because I want to graduate early. As I said before, life is chaotic.

Today is a gloomy Sunday. The rain is pattering on the roof and windows. The streets are empty. Luke Bryan's new song is quietly playing through my speakers and I am sipping on a large cup of Cinnamon Apple Spiced tea. I've been thinking a lot lately. What have I been thinking about?

  1. I've been thinking about things both big and small. The thought of being on my own for the first time is both scary and thrilling. There's nothing like having a place to call one's own. It makes me nervous, but I am ready. I am ready for this new chapter in my life. I may even start a home/apartment section on my blog once I have my own space.
  2. Negativity has been around me lately. I was dealing with someone who is completely toxic to theirself and other people. I had spent quite some time stressing over the negativity. My anxiety attacks became frequent. Then suddenly everything came to a halt. I spent so much time drowning in toxicity and negativity that I forgot to swim. I do not believe in spreading negative energy. I want to make a person smile when we meet. I never want to be the reason for anyone to shed a tear. When I remembered that my positivity is stronger than any negativity, I started swimming until I was away from all of the negativity. I've officially cast all of the negativity and toxicity out of my life. Life is good again.
  3. 2019 has been a very epic year. I've had many opportunities and countless blessings in 2019. I think about how I've managed to do such wonderful things like travel and experience summer like never before. I think about the autumnal activities I'm enjoying. I think about spring and how magical it was. Last winter may have been warm, but New York was still a snowless wonderland. The seasons have been good to me. 2019 has been really good to me. It has had its own plot twists. It may have had some tough moments, but 2019 has been one of my best years and I'm excited for a new year.
Life has been chaotic lately. I am still growing. I am moving into a new chapter. I am finding my way even through negativity and I still manage to come out on top. I am twenty-five and happier than I have ever been.

What have you been thinking about?

AMONGST THE CHAOS I FIND PEACE

AMONGST THE CHAOS I FIND PEACE

Lately, things have been chaotic. I'm in the process of looking for my first apartment. I've started a new job. I'm looking for a second job just to keep busy. I'm working on creating and publishing posts regularly. My family and I have started our pre-holiday festivities. I'm also going back and forth with my university because I want to graduate early. As I said before, life is chaotic.

Today is a gloomy Sunday. The rain is pattering on the roof and windows. The streets are empty. Luke Bryan's new song is quietly playing through my speakers and I am sipping on a large cup of Cinnamon Apple Spiced tea. I've been thinking a lot lately. What have I been thinking about?

  1. I've been thinking about things both big and small. The thought of being on my own for the first time is both scary and thrilling. There's nothing like having a place to call one's own. It makes me nervous, but I am ready. I am ready for this new chapter in my life. I may even start a home/apartment section on my blog once I have my own space.
  2. Negativity has been around me lately. I was dealing with someone who is completely toxic to theirself and other people. I had spent quite some time stressing over the negativity. My anxiety attacks became frequent. Then suddenly everything came to a halt. I spent so much time drowning in toxicity and negativity that I forgot to swim. I do not believe in spreading negative energy. I want to make a person smile when we meet. I never want to be the reason for anyone to shed a tear. When I remembered that my positivity is stronger than any negativity, I started swimming until I was away from all of the negativity. I've officially cast all of the negativity and toxicity out of my life. Life is good again.
  3. 2019 has been a very epic year. I've had many opportunities and countless blessings in 2019. I think about how I've managed to do such wonderful things like travel and experience summer like never before. I think about the autumnal activities I'm enjoying. I think about spring and how magical it was. Last winter may have been warm, but New York was still a snowless wonderland. The seasons have been good to me. 2019 has been really good to me. It has had its own plot twists. It may have had some tough moments, but 2019 has been one of my best years and I'm excited for a new year.
Life has been chaotic lately. I am still growing. I am moving into a new chapter. I am finding my way even through negativity and I still manage to come out on top. I am twenty-five and happier than I have ever been.

What have you been thinking about?

October 27, 2019

D.C. AND I HAVE HISTORY

In 2014, my best friend and I visited Washington D.C. for the first time. It was freezing. Our sole purpose for being in the country's capital was for a band. They call themselves The 1975. That night was a night to remember. It hadn't been a good year for me. I had been battling depression for years. I was at my breaking point. 2014 was one of the toughest years of my life. On December 2, 2014, my world would change in a cinematic way. Something magical happened that night. I became a riot.

My first trip to D.C. was very cold and almost traumatizing. I had just lost my job and couldn't afford to go. I hadn't known a D.C. winter before my arrival. I was ill-prepared for that winter day and night. We walked the long way to the venue because we couldn't find any monuments. We had fun on our way to the venue. Then night fell.

The night had become so cold that my toes felt like frostbite began to form. My best friend and I waited on the line outside of Echostage. We were enthusiastic. At the same time, I was ready to walk off the line because I went from simply shivering to convulsing where I stood. The moment we got inside the venue, we began to sweat instantly. It was a sauna. The general admission show would wound up being a show where concert-goers would begin to pass out like the domino effect.

Fast forward halfway through the show. The time came for the band to perform "Robbers." Matty sang "be a riot 'cause I know you" and something shifted inside of me. I had spent half the show crying. Then Matty sang that lyric and it had been the first step to curing my depression. It was like he has sung directly to me. That shift felt like an earthquake coming from within. I wanted to be a riot.

We made our way back to the bus terminal when the show was over. My best friend remained alert while I fell asleep on the floor waiting for a bus. We were waiting for a 5 a.m. bus but managed to talk the driver into letting us on the midnight bus. We were cold, hungry, and tired. At that moment I had enough of Washington D.C.

 BACK TO D.C., WE GO

Although the second time's the charm,  my first experience in D.C. made me want to stay away from the nation's capital.  Regardless of my feelings, my best friend bought two tickets to see The 1975 again. Admittingly, I started the day less than thrilled. I didn't want to go back, but I put on my big girl pants (slip dress) on and tried to keep an open mind. The ride there made me antsy, but that's not unusual. First stop, food. Second stop, adventure.

During our first trip to D.C., we didn't get to see any monuments. It's only fair that we made it our business to do so this time around. Because I had been back to D.C. a second time to visit monuments with my university, I remembered how to get there. After we ate, my attitude had begun to take a turn for the better. I tried to keep an open mind.

I was so excited to see the monuments on a warm day. I have only ever had cold experiences in this city. The Lincoln Memorial has been a favorite since I was child. It's the one we see in movies. It's the one that makes the earth look small. I was more than excited to be back and say hi to President Lincoln. I was also excited to see the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. I took a couple of fun photos and then mimicked his pose. Thank you for everything you've done Mr. King. I salute you. We saw many other monuments on our walk towards the venue where the concert was being held. I began to see D.C. differently. The District of Columbia isn't bad when one is properly prepared. I would go again sometime.

THIS IS THE ANTHEM

When we arrived at the venue, there was a massive line that was practically taking over the water front. We didn't want to wait in such a long line. We were too excited to get in and see our favorite band again. We managed to get passed a rude security guard to ask someone who seemed to want to help. It turns out that our tickets allowed us to get in before the line.

Once we got past security screening, my eye popped wide open. It was my younger emo self's dream venue. I may have become more excited about the venue than the band in that moment. Once again we need more food. After we ordered vegan chilli dogs, we went to find our seat. They had the perfect view. They were high, but they weren't nose bleed seats. In fact, our seats hovered above the staged and and was situated next to the stage. We would find out that we had amazing seats and we could see everything clearly.

There were two opening bands for The 1975. Both bands had me dancing in circles. I was unfamiliar with the first, but had managd to hear music from the second band. The party really started when The 1975 hit the stage. The visuals for each song had me mesmorized. Matty, the lead singer, danced around the stage with his dancers and for fun. All I truly needed was to hear my favorite songs. He even blessed the audience with a song he hasn't played in a long time. According to him, that song is played special for D.C.'s grunge scene. That night is a night I'll never forget. Thank you to the band and my best friend. This trip wouldn't have happened without her.

On December 4, 2014, Matty sang, "Be a riot 'cause I know you." Something stirred inside me and brought me back to life that night. Five years later, I saw my favorite band for the third time with fire in my soul. I am a riot. D.C. was a riot and life is but a dream in those moments.

I've always followed the music and the music has always given me a new adventure. I can't wait to see where we go next.

A QUICK TRIP BACK TO WASHINGTON D.C.

D.C. AND I HAVE HISTORY

In 2014, my best friend and I visited Washington D.C. for the first time. It was freezing. Our sole purpose for being in the country's capital was for a band. They call themselves The 1975. That night was a night to remember. It hadn't been a good year for me. I had been battling depression for years. I was at my breaking point. 2014 was one of the toughest years of my life. On December 2, 2014, my world would change in a cinematic way. Something magical happened that night. I became a riot.

My first trip to D.C. was very cold and almost traumatizing. I had just lost my job and couldn't afford to go. I hadn't known a D.C. winter before my arrival. I was ill-prepared for that winter day and night. We walked the long way to the venue because we couldn't find any monuments. We had fun on our way to the venue. Then night fell.

The night had become so cold that my toes felt like frostbite began to form. My best friend and I waited on the line outside of Echostage. We were enthusiastic. At the same time, I was ready to walk off the line because I went from simply shivering to convulsing where I stood. The moment we got inside the venue, we began to sweat instantly. It was a sauna. The general admission show would wound up being a show where concert-goers would begin to pass out like the domino effect.

Fast forward halfway through the show. The time came for the band to perform "Robbers." Matty sang "be a riot 'cause I know you" and something shifted inside of me. I had spent half the show crying. Then Matty sang that lyric and it had been the first step to curing my depression. It was like he has sung directly to me. That shift felt like an earthquake coming from within. I wanted to be a riot.

We made our way back to the bus terminal when the show was over. My best friend remained alert while I fell asleep on the floor waiting for a bus. We were waiting for a 5 a.m. bus but managed to talk the driver into letting us on the midnight bus. We were cold, hungry, and tired. At that moment I had enough of Washington D.C.

 BACK TO D.C., WE GO

Although the second time's the charm,  my first experience in D.C. made me want to stay away from the nation's capital.  Regardless of my feelings, my best friend bought two tickets to see The 1975 again. Admittingly, I started the day less than thrilled. I didn't want to go back, but I put on my big girl pants (slip dress) on and tried to keep an open mind. The ride there made me antsy, but that's not unusual. First stop, food. Second stop, adventure.

During our first trip to D.C., we didn't get to see any monuments. It's only fair that we made it our business to do so this time around. Because I had been back to D.C. a second time to visit monuments with my university, I remembered how to get there. After we ate, my attitude had begun to take a turn for the better. I tried to keep an open mind.

I was so excited to see the monuments on a warm day. I have only ever had cold experiences in this city. The Lincoln Memorial has been a favorite since I was child. It's the one we see in movies. It's the one that makes the earth look small. I was more than excited to be back and say hi to President Lincoln. I was also excited to see the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. I took a couple of fun photos and then mimicked his pose. Thank you for everything you've done Mr. King. I salute you. We saw many other monuments on our walk towards the venue where the concert was being held. I began to see D.C. differently. The District of Columbia isn't bad when one is properly prepared. I would go again sometime.

THIS IS THE ANTHEM

When we arrived at the venue, there was a massive line that was practically taking over the water front. We didn't want to wait in such a long line. We were too excited to get in and see our favorite band again. We managed to get passed a rude security guard to ask someone who seemed to want to help. It turns out that our tickets allowed us to get in before the line.

Once we got past security screening, my eye popped wide open. It was my younger emo self's dream venue. I may have become more excited about the venue than the band in that moment. Once again we need more food. After we ordered vegan chilli dogs, we went to find our seat. They had the perfect view. They were high, but they weren't nose bleed seats. In fact, our seats hovered above the staged and and was situated next to the stage. We would find out that we had amazing seats and we could see everything clearly.

There were two opening bands for The 1975. Both bands had me dancing in circles. I was unfamiliar with the first, but had managd to hear music from the second band. The party really started when The 1975 hit the stage. The visuals for each song had me mesmorized. Matty, the lead singer, danced around the stage with his dancers and for fun. All I truly needed was to hear my favorite songs. He even blessed the audience with a song he hasn't played in a long time. According to him, that song is played special for D.C.'s grunge scene. That night is a night I'll never forget. Thank you to the band and my best friend. This trip wouldn't have happened without her.

On December 4, 2014, Matty sang, "Be a riot 'cause I know you." Something stirred inside me and brought me back to life that night. Five years later, I saw my favorite band for the third time with fire in my soul. I am a riot. D.C. was a riot and life is but a dream in those moments.

I've always followed the music and the music has always given me a new adventure. I can't wait to see where we go next.
October 21, 2019

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