The Second Greatest Time Of Year


It’s me,

I’m back! Sorry for the hiatus. But I am back just in time for the second greatest time of year, second only to Christmas…CMA Fest! It’s a weekend of being surrounded by great country music, food trucks, and pictures of Carrie Underwood; anyone who knows me at all knows this is my dream.

I’m going to throw it back to my first post on here and give Nashville a little love.

I know the exact moment I fell in love with Nashville. It was CMA Fest 2013. It was a weekend of country music and sweating more that I have ever sweat before. I was sitting in the stadium on the 3rd night, waiting patiently for Carrie Underwood to close the show. She comes on and sings the usuals. I had been hoping she would sing “Paradise City”, she does a kick ass cover of the Guns N Roses song, but Ih ad given up hope since she had sang it the year before. Well, her band started playing the intro, and I looked at my mom and screamed at the top of my lungs. The rest is history.

CMA Fest is a unique time. You hear songs on the radio all the time, but you really don’t know how much country music really touches people’s lives until you see a football stadium completely lit up with cell phone lights, and 60,000 people completely silent as Luke Bryan sings “Drink A Beer” as tribute to Orlando. It’s something you have to feel to understand.

CMA Fest used to be an unattainable dream of mine. Now it’s in my backyard. You’ve treated me well CMA Fest…

See you next year

Until next time


I’m in a Sorority?

Yes, I am. And it’s actually been exactly a year since I got my bid from Phi Mu.

I am the typical “if you told me before college that I’d be in a sorority I’d laugh in your face” cliché. But, here I am, sitting in my 8am looking srat as hell in my sisterhood retreat shirt, and I love every minute of it.

A year ago I sat down with three executive members of Phi Mu as they talked to me about my potential bid, and I was scared out of my mind. First of all, they were all beautiful and second of all, they were all really funny; you shouldn’t be allowed to be both. So I’m sitting in my chair sweating profusely as they tell me I’m about to gain 200 sisters. 200 girls. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me nervous, because as most people who know me know: I’m pretty weird; there was no way these girls were going to like me.

Then they tell me I’m going to get a family. And I was like “I have a family thanks”. And they’re like “no you’re going to get a big and then next year you’ll get a little”, and before I know it, a few short weeks later, my big is drawing our family tree trying to explain to me the relationships of everyone in the family. I just nodded along and ate my queso like I knew what was happening.

Lucky for me, my best friend was already in Phi Mu, so I had someone in my corner going into all these events. And she made me go to these events, the first event being Greek Sing, which is when the whole Greek community puts on a show singing/rapping/dancing about the other chapters. Sounds harmless right? Well, Phi Mu’s theme was “Greeks in the Wild”. So as if they weren’t intimidating enough, they’re all wearing ripped up shirts and leggings, hair teased, and make up like you’ve never seen before. I couldn’t help but think if I tried to do that, I would look like I just got sent through a wood chipper. But it was honestly one of the best things I have ever witnessed. And without her pushing me to go to events, I probably would have just sat on my couch in my letters.

Fast forward back to me sitting in my 8am right now, I’m thinking about my time in Phi Mu, and I have had my ups and downs, bad times have come and gone, but I have 200, 2oo girls, that would be there for me in a heartbeat if I needed them. Phi Mu has given me my  best friend, someone I consider my big sister, people that will road trip 4 hours with me to see a Carrie Underwood concert, and countless people to laugh, cry, and complain about school with.

So yes, I am a cliché. But as I sit here writing this, tearing up a little bit, I am proud to be in a sorority. And I am proud that sorority is Phi Mu

Saw the rest, pledged the best.

Until next time.





The Hardest Break Up

Break ups are hard, or so I hear (lol @ boys right). They are devastating; its like having your heart ripped from your chest. Whether he cheated on you or you just both went your separate ways, it’s hard. But usually after 3 bottles of wine, 5 pints of ice cream, and maybe a “Before He Cheats” episode on his car, you feel better. Maybe the most important component to this is you have your best friend who you can go to for help. Maybe she’s your shoulder to cry on, or, if you’re like me, you offer to go kick his a$$. Either way, she is your main support system, not only for this, but for most milestones and hardships in your life. So what happens if she’s gone?

Ladies and Gentlemen: this is truly the hardest break up of all time, the friend break up. The emotional, mental, and physical strain is incredible. Now this (unfortunately) I have a little more experience with. But, the good news is, most of the time these can be prevented. Easier said than done, possibly, but before the unfortunate break up, try this.

Address the Problem: First, you have to figure out what’s wrong. And I’m not talking about addressing the problem with her; you have to address and accept the problem with yourself. Denial is a disease. You can sit in your room and pretend like everything is okay, but the minute you see her in public you completely lose it (trust me). Know that it’s okay to not be okay. If things were fine and dandy all the time, your friendship is probably missing the love anyways. Once you understand that something needs to be done, move to the next step.

TALK: TALK. TALK. TALK. I cannot say this enough, for heaven’s sake TALK. Face-to-face. Not a text where you hide behind your screen and pretend like you are handling this excellently when in reality tears are streaming down your face. We live in a world where too many people say “if you have a problem with me, just tell me”, but they don’t mean it. Mean it; be intentional. This is the most important thing to do, and you know what, there might be crying and yelling, but more often than not, the love prevails and it ends with hugging.

Resolve: Here’s where it gets tricky. Nine times out of ten, some solution can be reached, even if it’s just an acknowledgement of differences. But what if your situation is that one time out of ten? Well unfortunately sometimes things come to an end, and we circle back around to wine and ice cream. But at the end of the day, you know you tried. Some things aren’t meant to be.

My best friend and my friendship was saved, because this process was followed. Here’s a little bit of proof of concept. Before I addressed the problem, I was in emotional hell. I cried until literally no tears were left, I drove aimlessly with no destination because I didn’t know what else to do with myself, I lost 12 pounds because I didn’t even want to leave my bed to go downstairs to get food; I was a mess. I was at a point where all aspects of my life were soooooo unbelievably unhealthy. And because I was a miserable hermit, I pushed my best friend away even more. Now, we’re better than ever. I love her to death (always did), always in all ways.

Now, I know this isn’t groundbreaking stuff. Most people think it’s common sense, as it should be. But it’s so much easier to think it’ll all just go away, so we brush things under the rug and they become unbearable. As a person who’s lived it, it doesn’t just blow over. Your friendship is worth fighting for.

Fight for it.

Until next time


Welcome to Nashville!

Well, kinda….

I’ve been here for a little over a year now, so I guess welcome really isn’t the word for it, it’s more like “oh you again?”

Anyway, what feels like a day is really over 365. Over 365 days of memories, fun, happiness, and let’s not forget the drama. But we all need a little drama in our lives or we would just go day-to-day with no excitement, switching between reality shows trying to decide which Kardashian best suits our personality. Or at least I would. But Nashville has brought much more to me than Kardashian drama, and it’s not at all what I expected.

There was a certain fairytale aspect to Nashville when it was just a glimmer in my imagination; there was no way my small Massachusetts hometown could compare. It was this magical place of cowboy boots, country music, and barbecue. Above all else, it was a place where Carrie Underwood and other stars just walked the streets. Nothing could go wrong here, so why not take the leap and go to Belmont? It was a nice little picture I painted for myself, but it wasn’t completely accurate.

Country music and barbecue were definitely everywhere, but things surely could go wrong. A semester into Belmont and reality reared its ugly head. The days of free Miranda Lambert and Florida Georgia Line shows were gone, friend groups were dwindling, and grades were…well…not up to par.

So, where did everything go wrong? What happened to that fairytale land I dreamed up not too long before? Well folks, I hit what I like to call a “dream hangover”, which is basically when the dream wears off, and you’re left with reality, which sucks amirite?? What I was left with was a similar life to that I lived in Massachusetts, so I found myself thinking “what’s the point?” And here’s where I learned my first lesson…

You won’t hit a dream hangover if you keep the flame burning inside you. Don’t let the petty things going on with friends, or bad grades that won’t matter in 10 years anyway get you down. You are the creator of your own happiness. No city or person can take that away from you. So, in the wise words of Jason Aldean “love it, or hate it, we’re all just trying to make it, in this crazy town.”

Embrace the crazy!

Until next time