This beautiful painting before you is a touching tribute to artist Ramstedt’s friend, Eric Theirot. Eric Theirot was born in Austin, Texas on New Year’s Day, 1995.…… Read more ““Tribute to Eric Theriot” Painting by Ramstedt”
I am in my early 20s and you are SO RIGHT! I graduated a year before my friends. When we were all in college, it was pretty easy to navigate the lag times between classes to grab a coffee and have girl talk (or guy talk if you count the dudes). Then I get my first big-girl job and it’s the robotic tendency of the 8-5 life. No more 2 PM coffee breaks and even a single thought of sticking around downtown during rush hour makes me cringe. Now that we are all on the same playing field of finding/working in the big people’s world, things will be easier to manage. 😀 Love the post and love the truth you put into it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go bug my friends about making a road trip xD
A new fan of your blog.
*****P.S. Alysha: you have a category called “Life as a Texan”. Where in the Lone Star State are you at?
Everyone always talks about romantic relationships and how difficult they are–the compromising, the settling, how hard it is to be single, how hard it is to be married, blah blah blah.
No one ever really spends too much time gabbing about how difficult friendships can be. Friendships are supposed to be easy, right? Comfortable, lasting longer than any romantic relationship you’ve ever had. I guess that used to be true.
Somewhere around Real Adult Life (not Fake Adult Life), you realize how tough friendships can actually be. Hangouts no longer consist of last minute happy hours that turn into long, carb-filled dinners that turn into late-night pillow talk and accidental sleepovers. Hangouts now have to be planned weeks in advance. Alcohol and carbs are out because someone is on an insane diet. Late nights and accidental sleepovers are out because someone has to wake up early for work or get…
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When the war is over, The alarms are off. When the blitz ceases, The rubble remains. But the bridges, To many a surprise, Have not been burned.…… Read more “Burnin’ Bridges”