I’m going to be honest: I’ve never developed a huge tolerance for people of different cultures. Not because I was incapable or unwilling; I’ve simply never been around more than a few of them at a time.
Give my Regards to Bear Country...
In a world where there’s a Starbucks on basically every corner, one caffeine junkie will make it her mission to find New York’s celebrated coffee joints, proving nobody has to settle for $5 sweetened burnt espresso.
As of this week, it has come to my attention that I have a certified “pouty resting face.”
Call it what you will, but as of late, I’ve fallen victim to a journalist’s worst nightmare: writer’s block.
First rule when visiting New York City: stand right, walk left. Otherwise, get out of my way.
Next time someone tells you to “get lost,” take it as a compliment.
Truly, there is no business like show business.
My social media feeds were clogged with expertly filtered Instagram shots, enviable status updates and excited hashtags which all directed me to one emotional conclusion: I was missing the first Baylor home football game in McLane Stadium. The gravity of that realization hit me harder than a linebacker.
What is it about living in a new city that makes you feel completely inept?