Appreciate DeepLee

There’s this great hidden place in Lincoln that I was shown during my senior year of high school. Upon my arrival to Lincoln late last year, I knew I had to find it again, so with my best friend Khalie and my boyfriend Eddie in tow, I set off to find it by memory. It was a success, so here are some photos. 

Looking at these pictures now that I’ve settled into Lincoln reminds me that there’s new and beautiful things to see everywhere even if you can afford to travel far or to expensive places. Appreciate the little things around you, for every thing they’re worth, as fully, deeply, and passionately as possible. Life will be better, I promise. 



This is how I think about my Eddie. This is how I feel about my memories with him thus far. This is how I remember. This is the feeling in my heart when I look at these pictures. 

Bucket List Around the Planet

I like making lists, and I would like to do the following things;

-visit Thailand and see the elephant sanctuaries

-go snorkeling in Australia

-go zip-lining and surfing in Hawaii (again)

-get drunk in Ireland

-sit on the bench where Augustus and Hazel did in Amsterdam

-stay in the underwater hotel in Dubai

-save an elephants life in Africa

-visit ancient ruins in South America

-put a lock on that bridge in France

-visit family in Denmark

-visit Bethlehem

-make a friend in Canada

-ride a donkey in Greece

-go on a cruise anywhere

-stay at an all inclusive resort in the Caribbean

-visit all the national parks

-see castles in Scotland

-visit Sea Monster museum in Iceland

Go FreeLee

Pink and grey vans have taken me many places, mainly high school and college. I included them because SCHOOL IS SO IMPORTANT.


My white converse. Oh my, oh my. I bought these during my first year of college, and that year was crazy. We’ll leave that there, but rather focus on my two favorite memories during which I was wearing these shoes. For starters, they were my go-to while I was in Chicago, visiting the river front, walking to the Sears tower or whatever it’s called now, shopping at the mall, laughing at my aunt while she played Pokemon Go. It was the best family road trip of my life, and these shoes definitely played their part. Shoutout to the weave I found while wandering in these shoes.

The other fond memory I have of these shoes was Halloweekend 2k16 in Lincoln, NE and Ithaca, NE. I won’t go into detail, but that’s why the shoes are so dirty and my possibly have a small blood stain.


On to my latest infatuation: my rose gold Nikes. Already they’ve taken me so many new, interesting places. My wonderful boyfriend, Eddie, took me wandering down town Omaha in the Old Market in these shoes, they took me into Eddie’s church, a beautiful catholic church. They’re a recent purchase, so they haven’t taken me very far yet, but I can’t wait for all the new places I’ll go with these on my feet.

Regarding Chicago

Sighting seeing, family, a beautiful wedding, delicious food, shopping, Pokemon Go, and every other part of a perfect family roadtrip would make for the world’s longest blog post. I’m just going to post a few favorite pictures instead. You’re welcome.

Ronald S. Lee

Some people call him speed god, some people call him Ron, most people call him a good friend, and I am the luckiest, because I get to call him dad. My father is the best human. He never complains that I can’t get my fish off the hook as a grown up, and so he has to do it and in the end, I end up catching way more fish than him because he has to help me the whole time. He always keeps me up to date with coyote hunting when I can’t be riding with him. He never lets my car get dangerous. He taught me how to play guitar, and how to appreciate music.

It is from this hero, that I get my love for local history and old stuff, my love for outlaw music, my love for guitars, my appreciation of classic cars, my love of western comedies, my secret dream of being a high school rodeo queen (I missed that one due to my tiny fear of horses that has since mostly dissipated), my love for grilled cheese and Red Baron. While I’m not much of a drinker at this point and time in my life, if I were to be, I would thank my father for my preference being cheap beer.

This summer in Chicago, he was my date to my cousin’s wedding in Chicago, and I truly believe I will never enjoy a wedding like I did that one ever again. My dad isn’t a fan of traveling, so most of the time we’re just at home, but going some place new with him is always my favorite because he has quirps, and bits of history to share the whole way. He understands me, helps me, and makes every experience a million times better, every time.

This is my indirect thank you to the best father on the planet. He’s my hero, and I’m so lucky to have him. I love him more than life itself, and you all better recognize.