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If you were a child of the mid-2000s to early 2010s, and don’t understand my title reference: shame on you. I’m almost done with my internship in Atlanta, and in the last week of June, I learned (very giddily) where I’ll be heading next. The call with the recruiter for that company went something like… Continue reading Almost There (Almost There)

I come to you from my cozy, queen-size bed somewhere in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, where I am currently working on The Atlanta Journal-Constitution’s investigative team. Yes, that is right: I am no longer a student at UNC — and thank goodness, might I add. Not to be a Negative Nancy™, but that school… Continue reading An update from the A

Every time I sit down to write something for this blog, I worry about many things. Some of those things include the quality of my writing, my grammar and how future employers might perceive me. All this has made blogging regularly a very difficult task. I think the quality of my writing has actually worsened… Continue reading Blogging is hard

And I have no idea what I’m going to do with this blog. I don’t know that I’ll ever wipe its existence from the face of the internet — I’ve poured my heart out here, genuinely, during the best and worst of times. But I wonder whether it should be sentenced to become a relic… Continue reading I’m graduating soon…

While I was in Paris for Thanksgiving break, I met somewhat of a real-life Emily in Paris at the Gare de Versailles-Chantiers. For the sake of this post, let’s call her Jo. Jo is a blond-haired woman around the same age as my mother. She hails from Chicago and has no husband or children, so… Continue reading Dinner in Paris with a stranger

Deciding to go to Paris solo wasn’t an entirely spur of the moment decision, even though it sure felt like it was when I hit the purchase button on $700 airfare (😬). I’ve daydreamed about booking tickets to France since I was an underclassman — if you don’t believe me, here’s the evidence. There are… Continue reading The damned button

A couple months ago, I made the last-minute decision to run away. Because that’s what adults do when they have problems they don’t want to deal with, obviously. My hideout of choice was this charming Victorian bed and breakfast in New Bern, North Carolina. For context, New Bern is one of those towns the heroine… Continue reading An ode to Camille’s pancakes

I showed this blog to my coworkers, which might have been one of the stupider things I’ve done this week. That, in addition to leaving my microphone on during a staff meeting 🙂. Another fun thing I did this week was sit in an economy-class plane seat for a bajillion hours so I could come… Continue reading Stupid things I’ve done this week

Disclaimer (thanks to David Weaver): This is a very fucking cheesy post, okay. I suppose I should start with the most important update. I finally got to go to a real, mildly sketchy Waffle House in the ungodly hours of the morning. It didn’t quite live up to the image I’d constructed in my head… Continue reading Updates from a real Waffle House

On Wednesday night, while working a shift at the Community Service Desk (i.e. the place residents go to for everything from lost keys to cooking supplies), it dawned on me that I had never been to a Waffle House. This was a problem for a few reasons: 1. I have lived in North Carolina for… Continue reading My first (fake) Waffle House experience