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of citing sources.

I’m an art history major.

I’ll be doing this for the rest of my life.

Sarah

(Source: inothernews)

that people forget what’s important.  i certainly do.

we need to remember.

sarah

I think I’m getting a little bit nostalgic because I’m about to turn 21, and you know instead of focusing on how many shots I’m going to consume, I’m thinking about my life up to this point and about how much life there has been in my 21 years.  I just might be the luckiest person that I know, and I’m not saying that because I’m trying to show how great I am or how many things or people I have in my life.  I’ve definitely been through more than my fair share of trauma/drama/stress, but I am so happy that all of that produced this moment that I have right here sitting warm in my bed after seeing Titanic in 3D in a beautiful park with 2 beautiful women that happen to be in my study abroad program.  

It is true that everything in your life can change in an instant.  That has happened to me on multiple occasions.  I can sit here and look through pictures, wishing that I still had this friend, remembering a specific moment in time when I was still able to be friends with this person, and missing the old personality of a friend I still have.  My family is the one thing that has remained somewhat constant throughout my life.  I’m more thankful than I can express that my dad took me in after my mom passed away.  It was a hard enough transition at the time, but it could have been so much worse.  I’m also grateful for the person I’ve been able to grow into since that moment in my life.  I’m not saying that I wouldn’t have it any other way, because I definitely would change that if I could, but I do believe I’m a better person because of it, and I appreciate all of the love I’m able to experience because of it as well.

And I just want to thank everyone that has been a part of my life so far.  I want to thank the good and the not so good people that have helped me to realize who I am, and I want to express the gratitude I have for being able to be here in Germany this year.  I feel as though I am a completely new Sarah, and I wouldn’t want to turn 21 any other way.

much love,

Sarah

I had for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

I was talking with my boyfriend last night and he brought a poem by robert frost, and I started to think about my mom and how she used to read me his poems when I was little before I went to bed.  I just thought the memory was sweet, and that this poem was beautiful.

much love,

Sarah