When My Mind is Miles From My Finger Tips

11:16 pm. I’m willing to write anything and everything other than the writing assignment I’m to turn in tomorrow. You’d think as a communication studies major this would be cake….sadly, in a very uncharacteristic move, I’ve pushed this assignment off until mere hours before it’s due. We’ve all been there right? Ok, good. Well, right now I’m dreaming of my favorite places in the world.

The Ocean brings me peace like no other. It’s 3 hours to the coast from my hometown, which is nothing in Texas Time. I’ve driven farther and longer, but somehow I’m not able to cope with this drive. We’ll start seeing palm tree about 2 hours in and suddenly I’m clutching the edges of my seat in anticipation, rolling down the windows to catch a breeze. Don’t even get me started on actually driving in Corpus. It’s so close! Why are we still in the car, yall??? The summer before my first year of college, I went with my three best friends and my lovely boyfriend for a day trip. We finally made it to Mustang Island, and one of my best friends wasn’t happy with the beach, so she made us find another one. The only thing I wanted was to stand before that massive expanse of water and feel small as the water rushed over my feet. About an hour later I got my wish. As irritated with her as I was, it only took a few minutes of sea-therapy to return me to my absolute state of bliss. With my love by my side we explored the shallow waters, even daring to venture out to the first few sand bars. Floating along with the sea weed and white waves feels like home. I will miss it when college is over.

Have you ever found yourself in a valley surrounded on all sides by towering mountains? Did they still have snow? Did you feel close to the sky? Have you stood on those mountains and felt such pride over the land before you? These visions are such treasures to me. Wyoming was a treasure. I don’t even mind driving through the mountain passes….scratch that…I don’t mind driving through the mountain passes as long as my mother is not there too scream and cry. Oh, but it was so worth it to come out of the pass and take in the land Jackson sits on! It was so flat! I could pretty much see from one side of the valley to the other. And the sky was so blue! Is that an altitude thing? I thought the Texas skies were massive and glorious…but a mountain sky definitely takes the cake. It’s spectacular. And the stars at night. The sounds of wilderness. The animals. Where I come from, we’re lucky to get snow during the winter, much less in the middle of summer, but it was there. It even snowed in the mountains while we were visiting the lower parts of Yellowstone. Had we chosen that day to ride the tram up the mountain by our cabin, we would have witnessed snow in summer! What a thought!

The Hill-Country just doesn’t wow me now that I live in the Piney Woods of Texas. I used to enjoy our occasional drives into the hills to visit our family cabin, and I still do, but it’s more pleasurable when the lands sport their annual wild flowers. Then the rolling hills of color rival my beautiful pine tree forests. I don’t know why I find them so attractive, I just do. I love the way they dance in the wind and tower over the city. They sway like I do when I’m in a dance-y mood. It’s a rare day that I won’t have some sort of piney-woods-sunset picture on my snapchat story. I get so caught up in the beauty of the moment and I just want to share it with the world! Even though the woods are my least favorite natural point, they still hold a special place in my heart. Even when I leave this area, I will return often to enjoy the green figures and the sun light shining through their leaves.

I sit and dream and long for and remember such special moments. It’s so much better than writing abstracts about critical essays over modernism. I just have to take deep breaths and remember that this is only a pre-req for the class I do want to take….and it doesn’t hurt that this is only worth a third of an essay grade, but dwelling on that only makes me not want to write it. I just want somebody to teach me how to be a better writer!

11:51 pm. I don’t care how modernism affected Chinese literature, but here I go to write the damn abstracts. Ocean. Mountains. Piney Woods. Ocean. Mountains. Piney Woods.

Missing the Waves

30 Topic Challenge: Day 17- Something you miss!


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Credits: my best friend Jennifer, best photographer ever

Gosh I miss this dress. It had pockets! But this post isn’t about a sundress I had for way too long. This is about the sandy, watery setting I wore said dress in. I’ve always adored the beach…it’s probably where I feel most at peace, at least until the merciless sun burns me to a crisp. Pale people; what can you do?

Honestly, stick me in some form of water and I’ll be happy for hours. I begged my parents for a pool my entire childhood, but always relented because I had two best friends who had their own. As much as I love free-styling in a pool, nothing compares to standing on the edge of the vast ocean and watching it roll in and out.

Maybe it’s the sheer size, or the mysterious quality, or the exciting trips past the white waves. Whatever it is, it calls to me. Those beach movies make me laugh…you’d have better luck finding me with my feet buried along with the muscles. Or out jumping waves. I’m one of those people who will wake up my group at 4 in the morning to check the shore for sand dollars and star fish. (because store bought is cheating. Bucket list: find a whole, unbleached sand dollar by myself.) The beach is no laughing matter!

As you can guess, this is my subject because I have not been this summer. I had so many plans when I moved home. Multiple trips to Enchanted Rock, camping, beach trips, rendezvous with my college buds, none of which happened. I worked, relaxed, and worked again. Weekends passed. Now I have a month before I move into my new apartment and every weekend is filled with some activity. Next time, dear ocean…next time.


Day 18: Something you’re currently worrying about. Hopefully the idea I have in mind will be resolved by the time I write this one…