Something everyone can relate to

Tomorrow morning I’ll be crossing borders as I head to Prague (holla!). This weekend isn’t just about sightseeing; it’s also about challenging myself to see how long I can bear to look a HOT mess. Some people say, “Work it out” but I, in accordance with my style, say, “Bum it out.” I have self-diagnosed my look as hobo-chic… Sans the chic part. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, right??? The first step is a doozy. But if MK can make it stylish, why can’t I? Some days I get dressed in the dark and some days I don’t. At least I make an effort. I could roll out of bed and go to class with my crooked glasses and untamed hair. But even I know, boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses. Remember that kids.

Self-awareness is all the resolution I need. Yes, my awkwardness has led me to reference a rap song during a panel interview and to sit on someone in the dark during an initiation and to spend Valentine’s Day at a pink and red table with a giant ice sculpture of a heart. But those kinds of the things happen to everyone…

I only hope that Prague can handle alllll of *this* because not many countries can. I struggled for weeks with the prospect that Paris “cured” my awkwardness. That is until a few days ago when it all came rushing back with such a force that even I was taken aback. That day was filled with uncomfortable encounters and unusual sounds dispersed in between my words inflicting warranted, and familiar, confusion. It was a bittersweet homecoming.