An African Violet

My dad’s girlfriend gave me an African violet because I mentioned that plants make my heart happy. Now, I’ve made it a goal to fill my home with happy little plants. 

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Pretty Places and New Faces

Summer 2k16 took me to Chicago for a beautiful wedding. I made friends, reconnected with distant family, and got to know my new family. Walking the streets, I encountered gorgeous architecture, all types of people, and even a sad looking abandoned weave. 


Fall 2k16 took me exploring throughout the city I am currently calling home finding parks, parties, and people I’d get the joy of experiencing. I’ve made lifetime friends and snapped pictures worth a thousand words and made memories worth a million more. 

Winter was winter. I worked and slept as is typical for a semi-hibernating Shevelle. 

Spring 2k17 will hopefully be taking me to South Carolina, but before that, i plan on doing a little more exploring around my own home so this weekend has plans for a picnic in a new park, and hopefully something exciting and unexpected! 

At War

The biggest battles I face are in the inside of my own mind. Indecisiveness is like a disease for me. Making up my mind is an impossible task. It’s a constant struggle second guessing every action and word I take or say. A recent diagnosis of bipolar disorder explains it a little, and the medication is starting to help some, but when I want one thing one day and hate myself for even thinking about that the next, medication and labels are nothing. 

My current self growth goal is to end the war within myself. I don’t want to be battling my own mind every minute of everyday. I want the freedom of being able to think and walk in peace. 

Little Change; Huge Differences

Broke. If you were going to describe me with one word, the most accurate word over the past few months is that exactly; broke. Budgeting, enjoying all the free food to the fullest extent that I can, and choosing nights in over weekends out to save gas. Recently though, my boyfriend and I both got really good jobs. We’re finally starting to catch up again and with the help of my grandma being her usual generous self, we even had a little extra for the next two weeks. 

Obviously that meant I had to spend it, so off E and I went to target. Sales on sales on sales later, my bathroom in my tiny little apartment now has a beautiful blue shower curtain that has “make waves” scrawled inspirationally across it. The floor and porcelain prince now have warm purple rugs, and there’s new towels, hand cloths, and a mango scented candle. A handful of cheap little changes, and suddenly, my whole home seems more warm and welcoming. 

I’m more excited to spend time at home now than ever before and it’s all because target was having a sale on bathroom stuff. So that’s neat. 

Yay. Salamander. 

This was the caption of this photo. I cannot at all remember where this was, when this was, or where I got the cute little fella, but clearly, I was loving my life. That’s why I cherish photos and writing equally, because both parts are crucial to preserving memories. This memory is gone for now, and that’s honestly kind of sad. 

It was with this thought in my mind, that I started pondering about all my forgotten adventures. While I realize it’s hard to remember things you don’t remember, I’m sure there are a ton and that’s mildly depressing/ kinda heartbreaking. For this reason, I vow to clearly and concisely preserve every wonderful, extraordinary memory I have as vividly as possible from here on out, to the best of my ability. 

-on that note, I’m also emotional because I came home to visit my mother and my favorite gas station that has always been 24 hours was closed. Miss ya Bill and Scott. RIP

Where The Rose Gold Nikes Took Me

Two days off meant two adventures for me. The first day was spent at one of my favorite parks, kinda, in Lincoln. The park was a fun hike but we soon found ourselves under a highway. 

Despite being preoccupied with the fear that they were going to collapse and kill me every time a semi drove over, there was a bunch of beautiful graffiti. I freaking love looking at and trying to decipher graffiti. 

Marvin the Martian was my favorite, and snapping a quick picture with him ended Saturday’s adventure. 

Sunday led us to Omaha where Eddie was insistent on showing me Narnia. So down some stairs, through a sketchy tunnel, and after a questionable dirt path on the side of a steep hill, we found Narnia. 

Then off we went to play basketball and peacefully enjoy the rest of the weekend. 

The rose gold nikes have yet to disappoint. Ten out of ten would recommend.