Twenty-something recent grad school graduate and young student affairs professional exploring life and embracing a quarter-life crisis in Chicago.
After lots of time searching, I'm finally figuring out who I am, where I'm going, and how to get there.
This is a visual representation of that journey: things that inspire me, things I love, and things that teach me something new. Join me.
Curated by Katerina Beth.


More about me: Dancer. Pescetarian. Pretend Chef. Northwestern University Double Alumna (BA and MS). Lifelong Learner.
Midwesterner through and through with a longing for both New England and the Pacific Northwest.

claggie:

Photo of Mel & I by Chantal Anderson
cutesyfood:

Pumpkin Spiced Doughnuts (by pastryaffair)
4himglory:

Nirav Patel Photography
All her life she had believed in something more, in the mystery that shape-shifted at the edge of her senses. It was the flutter of moth wings on glass and the promise of river nymphs in the dappled creek beds. It was the smell of oak trees on the summer evening she fell in love, and the way the dawn threw itself across the cow pond and turned the water to light.
- Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: larmoyante, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)


Children’s and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we get. I think that’s why so many adults read YA: we’re never done coming of age.
- Betsy Cornwell, interview in Uncommon YA (via betsycornwell)

(Source: lady-adventurer, via teachingliteracy)