A Stranger in the Fog

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Today, I took this picture of a stranger in the fog taking in the view from the Howth Cliff Walk. I considered showing it to him, but I realized that 1) he wasn’t speaking English to his hiking partner and might not understand me, and 2) he would probably be really creeped out by a random girl asking if he wanted to see the photo I had just taken of him. So I decided against it, but I wanted to show it to someone because it really captures both how incredible the views from this walk are, and how completely encompassed people are when taking it in. I’ve never seen anything like this in my entire life. I couldn’t believe how endless it seemed both while swallowed by the fog and later on when the skies were completely clear. In the moment we were all looking at the same thing, and whether or not we shared the same emotions about it, we still all stopped to take it in because it was beautiful. I loved everything about Howth today, from the amazing lighthouses in the distance to the late lunch we all got to share together at the Summit Inn after our hike. I also tried Guinness for the first time, and I figure there is literally no better place for that to be done. I’m really surprised how quiet of a city it has been so far. The streets, especially. I love walking down the streets of neighborhoods here and seeing all of the beautiful houses with the moss growing on their walls. It’s a once in a lifetime experience for me, and I’m happier every day that I was lucky enough to come and see this country.

(My feet do kind of hurt but I can’t be mad when everything is this pretty.)

Tacos, trees, and leaves

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My first place from home is my parents’ house. They bought it a month after I was born twenty-one years ago. Everything I have ever been and most of everything I am now is traceable in this house. I have a story for every square inch of the floor and every record on my shelf. I grew up there and never called another place home.

I planted the tree in the picture in my front yard with my dad and sister when I was four. I remember it every time the leaves change into these colors in the fall. I know that I can come home at any time and it will smell like my mom’s favorite cinnamon candle in the foyer just like it has for as long as I can remember. I know that I can go to the closet in the hallway and find notches in the door frame to show how much my sister and I grew.

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Coffee shops and rooftops

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I am from a tiny, tiny town in Northwest Georgia. Nothing terribly exciting happens too often, and I can’t go to the grocery store without seeing a dozen people I know.

I transferred to GSU in the fall of 2015. I found Georgia State — well, Atlanta in general — to be overwhelming my first few months here for obvious reasons. I’m not used to being in a crowd and not knowing everybody’s name and face.

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