Montpetravels: Rome – Athens – Dublin

Rome (again!)

For the sake of continuity we’re going to pretend that my little trip to Florida didn’t happen right in the middle of the Europe trip. That one gets its own blog post. So here’s Rome part two! As soon as my jetlagged self (fifth international flight in ~two weeks, yay) landed in Rome, I tried my hardest not to fall asleep. Apparently that makes the jetlag way worse, but I figured at that point there was no sense in establishing a sleep schedule since I hadn’t had a real one in weeks. So nap it was! Then we got a quick lunch and Mom and I wandered around the Pantheon. We met Michelle back at the hotel and went on a trek to find ourselves dinner, which ended up being between the Pantheon and Trevi fountain. After dinner, we visited the Trevi fountain, and that was it for Rome! I truly did enjoy Rome, but it has never been my favorite just because of the huge crowds. If everyone could just leave for a couple of days while I visit that would be great, okay?

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Okay, do you remember me saying Paris was my favorite city? That has been proven WRONG. Wow, Athens was amazing. Definitely my new favorite. So glad I got to visit! Mom was only in Athens with us for a few hours before heading back to the US, so we spent a couple of hours wandering the Acropolis so she could at least see that. After Mom left, Michelle and I went back to the Acropolis area and had dinner at a nearby restaurant. Our waiter was SO. NICE. They kept giving us free stuff and this guy was awesome. He just wanted to chat! And then he made us get up and dance with him and some other waiters in front of the other patrons. When in Greece, right? Anyway, he was great. Actually, I’m going to go ahead and say that all of our waiters in Greece were great. Because our waiter the second night was the same! Free stuff, just wanted to chat. And it was more than just wait staff! It seemed like everyone in Athens was super nice and helpful. Athens was an awesome mix of historic landmarks, friendly locals, and modern city life. And it didn’t feel like they hated all tourists, which is nice from a tourist POV. Before leaving we made it to the Acropolis again, the temple of Zeus, Hadrian’s Gate and the new museum of the Acropolis, all in two days. Not too bad!

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And that was pretty much it for our trip! We just spent another 24 hours in Dublin before making it home. I think it was something like 17 flights in 30 days all in all.

TL; DR Would do it again




Montpetravels: Barcelona – Ibiza – Rome

Confession: my last post was much shorter than I intended because the hostel wi-fi crapped out and deleted everything I wrote about Barcelona so I went to sleep instead of redoing it. Good thing I took notes though, right? Ha. Ha ha. None of that. I will try again though for the sake of documentation.

It’s all a little fuzzy and it’s only been two weeks since I was actually there. So much has happened since then! Anyway. Our flight from Paris was suuuper early, but at least we gave ourselves enough time to get to the airport, unlike London. As soon as we checked into our hostel we passed out for a bit then met Jacob at the beach for paella and walking around. Note to the general audience: if you’re going to order paella, don’t wimp out and order vegetable paella. Because they will give you a freezer bag of peas and cubed carrots thrown on top of a bed of rice. Anyone who has ever eaten a school meal knows what I’m talking about. Go ahead and get the seafood one (unless you’re vegetarian) because you’re in Barcelona and it’s way better. After dinner we walked around some and got gelato, where we watched the tragic scene of a little girl dropping her scoop on the floor. The angriest five-year-old I ever did see. She wasn’t even crying or yelling; she was just standing in the gelato shop like a statue with her face fixed in such a horrible angry expression. It took everything in us not to laugh. After gelato we walked around La Rambla, Barcelona’s main tourist strip with restaurants and gift shops. It’s under a canopy of huge trees and was beautiful, albeit crowded, at dusk.
We spent three days total in Barcelona, and the last two somewhat blend together, but I really enjoyed them. Highlights include meeting another UNC graduate at our hostel, going to Parc Guell, el mercat for jamon and fresh fruit, la Sagrada Familia, and churros and chocolate. Parc Guell is so beautiful and I would love to go back to spend a whole day there. It’s like a giant playground. Gaudi designed it, and it’s full of intricate mosaics and beautiful structures interwoven with the natural beauty of the location. It’s situated at a looking point over Barcelona, so from one of its high points you have a great view of the ocean and the city. It was one of those “and in that moment I swear we were infinite” experiences. (So shoot me for being cheesy. I loved it.)
Another thing about going from France to Spain: it confuses your brain. I took French for ten years in middle school, high school and college. At one point I was comfortably fluent, and have unfortunately since let it decline since then, however it came back in the couple of days in Paris. I also took two semesters of accelerated beginner spanish (equivalent to 101, 102, 203 and 204 at UNC) during college and became beginner’s proficient. Enough to get myself around and have basic conversations. Knowing French already made learning Spanish easy, however, it made switching languages during this trip hard. Because the two Romance languages are so similar, I found myself using two languages in one sentence so many times. “La cuenta s’il vous plait.” “Donde estan les toilettes?” The mixing struggles went away after a couple of days but the beginning was definitely rocky.






Welp the internet did that “delete a section of your blog post” thing again for Ibiza. Sorry, Ibiza. WordPress just isn’t your biggest fan. But at least you aren’t alone. Barcelona understands. Anyway, Ibiza was really nice. I was a great place to lay low and recover from a few really big, busy cities and prepare for Admerica. Michelle and I spent our time wandering the island, trying a restaurant here or cafe there. We wandered down to the docks and beach a couple of times, which were beautiful. I wasn’t able to find a local landromat, so I did my laundry in the bathtub. Funny how professionalism and smelling musty/having wrinkled clothes don’t equate. I loved Ibiza and would go back in a heartbeat! Well, this is true for everywhere we visited. But it was great!
Quick note to all travelers: it’s better if your passport is with you when you go to the airport. You will have a moment of panic at the airport checking in, realizing that your passport is still at the hotel. You’ll have to run back, hoping it hasn’t been lost since you checked out. If you’re lucky like we were though, you’ll be able to go to the hotel and back and still be on time for your flight. (After missing our flight from London Luton we gave ourselves pleeeeeeeenty of time for every subsequent flight.) You would think that after I set my passport on the table by the door and thought to myself “Do not leave this. It will be right here,” I wouldn’t leave it, but I did. Hm. It all worked out though.


I’ve been wanting to go to Rome for a couple of years, ever since I completed my Classical Archeology class at UNC. It just boggles my mind how many layers of history and civilization are in such a small area. I had less than 24 hours in the city before heading back to the states for ADMERICA, so we had to make the most of it. We checked into our hotel
and did a quick run around our area of the city, which was near the Piazza Republica and a bunch of really cool ruins. Of course, we had pizza and pasta, because Italy. I loved, loved, loved Rome. left wishing I had more time in the city, but was excited for Boca regardless!


Next up, Rome (post-Boca), Athens and Dublin. Also, a post dedicated entirely to ADMERICA!


Montpetravels: One Week In

I’ve made a semi-decent attempt to keep a travel journal, figuring I’d be mad at myself later if I didn’t. But it ended up being 3-5 bullet points listing the places we went, and they really don’t capture all of the little things that happen, the people we meet and stories we hear. I guess that’s part of the magic of travel. It’s something you can only experience for yourself and no matter how many photos you share on Instagram it’s something that will always be your own.

At this point, officially one week after leaving the US, Michelle and I have been to four cities and met up with two friends. You could say whirlwind.

We were only in Dublin for about a day and a half, but it was awesome there! We took a red-eye flight from Toronto, so when we landed we were pretty exhausted and grumpy. Achy feet from bad shoes and getting lost on the way to the hostel did not help. But we eventually checked in and got ourselves some lunch, which made everything better. We walked around for the rest of the day and explored our part of the city, which happened to have the Dublin castle. That was pretty cool. Later that night we walked over to the river to meet for a pub crawl led by a couple of very enthusiastic Irishmen who called us all their vikings. Pub crawls aren’t really my thing but it was fun talking to the other tourists and meeting Joffrey from Game of Thrones! He happened to be in Dublin at the same time so we got a quick picture together. The second day was more walking around and just hanging out until our flight for London. We didn’t make it to the Guinness storehouse, but that’s definitely in the books for the next time we’re in Dublin a few weeks from now.



Okay get ready for this because I’m about to be blunt. London was not my favorite city. I had some pretty high hopes from all of my friends’ study abroad experiences and photos, and to be honest, I was kind of let down. But maybe that’s because we didn’t give ourself enough time there. To be fair, we only had one full day in London. Our hostel was kind of crappy, and I got sunburnt, so those are probably affecting my opinion of the city even though they are in no way the city’s fault. (Guess who’s a psych major over here? Overanalyzing like it’s my job. Take that fundamental attribution error!)
We landed at London’s most obscure and farthest away airport, Luton, and took a shuttle to Hyde Park. Unfortunately it dropped us at Marble Arch, and our hostel was at the far end of the park, so we walked about an hour as the sun was setting. Then we met up with Jacob and grabbed some gryos for a late dinner. PS they were amazing. We were talking to him to plan our our visit and realized, shoot, we only actually have one full day here, not three like we had though. So that compressed our plans a bit. When we woke up we all met downstairs for breakfast, which was toast and cereal. The hostel had so many people though it was a free for all and we ended up with untoasted toast. I did not win survival of the fittest that morning. Once we got going though we got a lot done. We rented bikes with Jacob and toured all around the city, starting with Buckingham Palace, working our way down the Thames for Big Ben and parliament, then the London Bridge and London Tower tour. Biking in London is a little treacherous, that’s all I’ll say. But we made it. We spent some time lounging in Hyde Park that afternoon. That part was great. It was like a mass exodus of everyone working 9-to-5. The grabbed their friends and a picnic then spent the evening outside. I loved walking around there. Then we had Indian for dinner, which was delicious, then passed out for the night.
The London part should end here with me saying “then we woke up super early and hopped on our plane to Paris.” However, we missed our plane. You would think three hours would be enough time to get from one point in London to another. It was not. So we had to pay the rebooking fee and get scheduled for the next flight to Paris that afternoon. We took turns napping since we had only slept three hours that night, and spent the next nine hours in the airport reading/staring at the wall. That’s a crap way to spend a day after traveling so far to get there amirite? FINALLY we got on our plane to Paris that afternoon.



Paris, oh where do I begin? Paris, je t’aime. Tu me manque Paris. I didn’t ever want to leave you Paris. When was the last time I was in Paris before this? Six years ago? It’s been too long. As soon as we landed at Charles de Gualle, Michelle and I looked at each other like we had just made it home. All of my French started coming back to me, and everything felt so natural. In Dublin and London we were both flustered trying to find our way around but in Paris hopping on the train and switching Metro lines came so easily. Asking for help, even in a different language, was easier. It was just wonderful being there for so many reasons.
When we finally checked into the hostel and got settled in, our first move was dinner because it was already so late in the day. We were both excited to put our French to use and our waiter was having a lot of fun entertaining the three Americans. Michelle and I have already been to Paris a couple of times so we’ve done all the tourist attractions before, but Chelsea had never been to any of them so we walked through everything that was free (being the money-conscious travelers that we are) and ended up hitting Notre Dame, the Louvre, Les Jardins Tuileries, and the lock bridge the first full day. I loooooved seeing the lock bridge. Just thinking about the number of happy people so in love standing in the same spot and taking in the same view made my day. And that’s only since the time the locks became popular. Paris is the city of love. I love Paris. I loved walking around and seeing happy couples holding hands, young families with kids, and old couples who still have a flame after all this time. Even though the city was besieged by rainclouds for the duration of our visit, its aura was not dampened. Okay putting the sappiness aside. At the end of that day we went to Montmartre to catch the sun setting over Paris from the steps in front of the basilique Sacre Coeur. That is definitely one of my favorite spots in Paris. The view doesn’t have the Eiffel Tower or a lot of the big landmarks, but I love it anyway. It’s a great place to end the day. Then the neighborhood behind the basilica is so cute and a great place for dinner and walking around in the evening.
The second full day in Paris was a lazy day. We took our time waking up and getting out of bed. By the time we were finally ready to tackle the western half of the city, it was past lunch time. We started with a visit to France’s version of Walmart to stock up on some supplies and snacks. After dropping our goods back at the hostel we headed out again for the Place de Trocadero and Eiffel Tower, followed by Les Champs Elyees and dinner at our favorite restaurant in the world. This is a restaurant we stumbled upon last time we were in Paris for high school study abroad. Our friend who was with used to live by the Champs Elysees and this was the restaurant her family loved, so she took us there and we all fell in love with its steak-frites and famous green sauce. That was a very happy reunion. On the way back the skies gave us everything that they had been holding back and hit us with a monsoon as we wound our way through the streets back to the nearest metro station. That was our last night in Paris before an early morning flight to Barcelona.






Last Day of Class. EVER.

So yesterday was my last day of class at UNC. And today is UNC’s LDOC. I’ve been wrapping up some loose ends with graduation things and summer plans. So although some things are not quite set in stone, one thing is: this was my last year at UNC.

I don’t know if I really can say more about it. A lot of lasts going on right now. There are a lot of thoughts running through my head and I still have a little bit of time to soak it all in.

So here’s to you UNC. Thanks for everything.



(Belated) Reflections on Sophomore Year

Ain’t no slump like a sophomore slump cause a sophomore slump hits hard.


I have so many drafts of posts ready to go as soon as they got a little more love, so I’m starting on that list by finishing the ones I said I’d start about my four years at UNC (if you followed that train of thought). For reference, here’s where I said I would do this. (And I’m going to back date this post so it’s like I never forgot to do it. Time travel! OooooOOOoooOoooo)

Back to the schlump. So sophomore year started out optimistically. I was living with three friends in a kickin’ dorm on south campus, getting more into the sorority life and considering a leadership position, and narrowing my interests by focusing on UNC Dance Marathon rather than 15 different clubs. I had made it through CHEM 101 and 102, and had a good start on my pre-med pre-requisites. Sophomore year is when things start to get serious. Other students begin being accepted to the professional schools and delving into their personal tracks.

Here’s the thing though. I had no clue what I was doing. I just wanted someone to tell me why everyone else in pre-med was having such an easy time knowing exactly what classes to take with whom, how to get started on research positions and where to shadow physicians. I asked my peers a lot of questions, but I knew I just wasn’t as into it as they were. I even talked to the super intimidating pre-med advisor, and he confirmed everything that I had heard: I could do it, but it would certainly suck along the way.

Not being thrilled about a life full of suck for the next 10 years, I decided to see where my heart was. To put it to the test, I decided to shadow a D.O. and an M.D. (a good family friend and my uncle, respectively). If I was still passionate about helping people, I would stay the track and suck it up like everyone else. I believe I shadowed my neighbor first. She’s an incredible physician at a back clinic (now she has her own practice elsewhere, but at the time she was at a back clinic) and let me watch x-ray guided procedures. It was super cool. She answered a ton of questions and I felt really good when I left. But not inspired. I shadowed my uncle in Michigan, where he’s a general practitioner, over spring break. He was very welcoming and let me observe his hospital visits as well as clinic visits. It was so easy to see that his patients loved him and trusted him. Again, a great experience, but not inspired.

It didn’t add up. I had always loved my science classes and had a great memory for anatomy and the different systems, drugs and diagnoses. I knew I wanted to enter a field where I was helping people. So why wasn’t I enjoying medicine? First semester, I tried taking organic chemistry and dropped it when I found myself hating it. I knew at that point that I wasn’t happy, so why bother taking that class that could ruin my GPA forever. There’s one thing I should mention. I was not a purely math and science person in high school, or ever for that matter. There’s a tinge of hippie in my mom’s side of the family, so my sister and I were always encouraged to do what made our hearts happy: draw, run, play and immerse ourselves in the world around us. I found myself loving the arts, especially every form of the visual arts. I loved the creativity involved in expressing your own style and take on the world. I loved that I could use my hands to take my thoughts from inside my brain to outside where everyone else could see them.

So when it came to it, I realized that I was missing that sort of opportunity for expression and connecting with people on a deeper level. I didn’t like that in medicine it felt like it was treat one, on to the next. I most of all didn’t like that there was no room for creativity. That was one of the things I asked my uncle, once I realized that was how I felt. I asked him, where do you get to be creative? And he had a perfectly legitimate answer, that you can be creative in the questions you ask your patients in getting to know them, or in coming up with a treatment regimen. It just wasn’t the kind of creativity I was looking for.


That left a big freaking uh-oh in my life plans. By the time I realized I needed to go in a completely different direction, it was April of sophomore year. It was a long process of self-discovery, but ultimately I got lucky. My mom was a pharmacist, and she always had big dreams of me becoming a doctor. Literally. She told me once, “Last night I had a dream that you were a doctor and your patients loved you and it was the best dream ever! I’m so excited for you!” (Or something along those lines) Try saying “sorry, ix-nay on the octor-day, okay?” to the most supportive and happiest person in your life. She was never the kind of parent who hovered and demanded that I got good grades (although I still did) or pushed me in one direction over another. She was just happy for me no matter what. I didn’t realize that at the time, and was worried I would let her down. But, again, I was lucky. She said she was happy that I came to her and said what was on my mind, and that she knew I would succeed no matter what I did. (Seriously! How did I get so lucky?)

Lucky for two reasons, actually. One, Mom. Two, my perfect path was right in front of me. When I signed up for UNC Dance Marathon freshman year, I told myself it was at least partially for the experiences it offered me in a hospital. I had been considering pediatrics and loved helping people, so UNC-DM was a perfect fit. But, plot twist, I was placed on the Publicity committee, not Hospital committee like I had originally hoped. I was bummed for about 3 minutes when I found out freshman year, but stuck with it because I was surrounded by awesome people. And I’m not a quitter (okay fine except for medicine, but that was for a really good reason so back off). Publicity was fun. So I started asking around because I really looked up to those awesome creative people. And they told me I should try the J-school. A few of them were advertising, so I started there with an intro to Ad/PR class. And I loved it. (Hey Joe Bob! That was your class! Good times.) I met more people who I thought were really cool and decided yeah, I could enjoy doing this for a job.

Around the same time of my big realization, I moved into the sorority house (I got priority because I was a chapter officer, philanthropy chair), and spent spring semester there. After getting over that hump, the rest of sophomore year flew by.

Other highlights from sophomore year: being the website subchair for UNC-DM, starting Kappa’s Q for the Cause event (now in its fourth year!), crowd surfing during the annual finals week rave.

Sophomore year was not a good year in the music world. It was the year of Call Me Maybe, case in point. It was also the year that I caught onto the One Direction trend and Britney Spears tried to do another comeback. I went on an 80s kick because the current music was such a letdown. Well, what happened is in the past. There’s my playlist. Take a trip down memory lane or whatever.


LLWOC: On Freshman Year

For my last last week of class (LLWOC), I’ve decided to dedicate each of the four days to reminiscing about each of the four years. Yesterday, Monday, was freshman year. So all day, the only music I listened to was from the time period of August 2010 and May 2011. Music, like scent, is one of those powerful things that can instantly transport you to a moment of time. In listening to these songs, I was carried through a lot of those little moments that slipped my mind, and it was really nice.

Last Friday Night, Cooler Than Me: Remember when these were the popular, overplayed songs on the radio? Hah!

The Lucky Ones: I thought I was pretty cool for discovering this singer-songwriter all on my own. I bought the whole album and listened to it often while making the 20-minute trek from good ol’ Craige to north campus. Gosh I can see it so clearly right now. Making a left out of my suite, down two flights of stairs, passing the magnolia leaves on the ground and sketchy bridge leading to the Manning/Ridge intersection, emerging out of the parking lot, waiting for the light outside Craige North, hating every single stupid loud beep from the crosswalk sign, climbing past Hardin and Morrison, through Rams, down Stadium, across South, and arriving to class thoroughly sweaty and out of breath. But I really loved that album. It was so soothing and seemed perfectly appropriate for my first year at UNC. Then, at a Clef Hangers concert when they were calling out alumni in the audience and they said Brendan James’ names, it all made sense.

Just The Way You Are, Misery, Fader, Black & Gold, Little Lion Man, Magic, Impossible: These are songs performed by a cappella groups that year. Shout out to the Achordants, Loreleis and Clef Hangers! After Sunset Serenade, a free a cappella concert on the quad the first week of classes, I was hooked. I became such an a cappella junkie. Not that I’m a particularly gifted singer myself, I just really loved hearing the groups perform together and make my favorite songs even better. When I first heard the Achordants sing Fader, I probably looked like Buddy the Elf meeting Santa Claus. My favorite song, sung by really cool people? Sounding even better? Best day ever! I was secretly one of the Achordants best fans for a while, not missing a single concert until junior year. I also made it to Clef Hangers, Loreleis, Cadence, Tar Heel Voices and Tarpeggios concerts over the years. They were all awesome. Just awesome.

Stereo Love, We R Who We R, Till The World Ends, No Hands, All Of The Lights, Driving Me Crazy: Ahh, yes. The songs of late night freshman year. The frat parties and the dorm rooms. I very clearly remember We R Who We R being the song I got ready to for my first Franklin Street Halloween experience. I remember Sammy Adams came to Lambda Chi that year for a concert. I didn’t actually get to go, but my suitemates did so I got to listening to his stuff. The rest of it, no good explanation. Bad music just happens sometimes.

Never Gonna Leave This Bed: This is the other hallmark album I associate with freshman year. I will only buy an entire album if I love every single song. And that was the case with this one. This song is still one of my all-time top favorites. I listened to this album so so much that year.

White Winter Hymnal, Your Ex-Lover Is Dead, Home: These songs are part of a moment halfway through freshman year. A couple of my friends lived in Morrison, so I was over there all the time. One night when we were in the lobby, they broke out a couple guitars and we started jamming. It didn’t matter if your voice was raspy or you didn’t know the lyrics. I think there were 7-8 of us. It all felt so natural and comfortable. It was a really good group of people and a great night. A lot of the time I spent with that group involved music actually; it’s something engrained in who they are and part of why I loved spending time with them.

The Show Goes On: I clearly remember this being a warmup song during my first ever Carolina basketball game. It was UNC vs. NC State. We won. It was awesome.

Life in Technicolor ii, I’m In Love, Teenage Wasteland: These are my freshman year UNC Dance Marathon songs. Life in Technicolor ii played in the background of a For the Kids story video, and from then on I associated this song with the organization and everything I love about it. Even this year I had it as the sound for alarms for UNC-DM events on my phone. I’m In Love is a song I remember being played at setup, as I was seeing it all come together for the first time. I don’t remember a lot from my first dance marathon– the earlier ones blend together– but I definitely remember that song and seeing my friends so excited to dance for 24 hours together. Teenage Wasteland. Ahh, the single song with the ability to make me emotional at the press of a button. This is the song that plays while the Executive Board reveals, one by one, the numbers that create the year’s fundraising total. I’ve written a lot about dance marathon, so you know how much it means to me already. I’ll just say the first time I saw the balloons drop after revealing the number was one of those eye-opening events that made me see things differently, permanently.

Such a happy little freshman

Such a happy little freshman

If I had known how much my decisions that year would come to affect who I am now, I think I would’ve been more deliberate about them. But then again, I’m glad I had no idea. I definitely heard people telling me that advice, but if I had taken the time to really grasp what all my decisions would come to mean, I’m sure it would’ve been a much more stressful year. Don’t get me wrong, parts of that year definitely were stressful. I was pre-med then, taking chemistry and biology classes way more difficult than I enjoyed at the time. I went through rush and joined a sorority. I was on the club field hockey team. I was in UNC-DM, Habitat for Humanity, Relay for Life, and trying out a few other clubs. All things considered though, I was having a blast.

The first two weeks of UNC, from Carolina Kickoff and moving in to classes getting real, were two really awesome weeks. Coming from a small, nerdy high school where I wasn’t anyone spectacular, I was led to believe I was shy. I was incredibly nervous about being at such a big school. It was also my first time being completely on my own, in the sense of not being at the same school as my twin sister.  A place where I could be Renee, not “Michelle’s twin.” I don’t mean this at all in a negative way toward my sister. I only mean that having my own space to grow like UNC did a lot for my individuality and knowing who I am and what I stand for. The first two weeks I found out that I was actually a social person, and I loved meeting new people. More so than the people around me did. It was totally unexpected and I was loving it. That freshman mentality, when everyone is a potential best friend, is so valuable.  I was getting an early start on my bucket list and doing quintessential UNC things like getting YoPo with friends and riding a full circle on the P2P because at that time it was a wonderful, amazing system, so convenient for transporting students across campus. (Hah.)

It was a great first year. I found my niche and got into a groove. I met a ton of awesome people and got started on things that would grow in significance later. I started to love this school despite my initial hesitation.

Post about sophomore year next!


Bucket List

There are 25 days between me and graduation. How have these four years passed already? Part of me recognizes that a lot has happened between now and 2010 that couldn’t possibly have taken less than four years, but part of me says no way, I just started this.

It isn’t time for me to write a love letter to UNC. Not yet. I’m still here. For now, I’ll share the things I have left to do. I’ve crossed off a good number of items from my list already, but there are few left. Everyone is welcome to join in and help me cross them off!

  • Update my resume and portfolio — they’re way past out of date. Oh.
  • Country night — apparently this is a thing here. I’ve never been and have been told it’s a necessity. Help.
  • Maple View ice cream at sunset in a porch rocking chair — okay, so I have done this before. But, again! As if I really need an excuse, psh.
  • Dames chicken and waffles — Being a Southern school and stuff
  • Diamond heels game — because obviously
  • Sit on the quad between classes — I really don’t understand how I haven’t already done this.
  • Hammocking in the arboretum
  • Play in Bynum fountain
  • Sutton’s counter lunch
  • Ye Olde (again)
  • Planetarium show
  • Various brunch spots: 411 West, R&R, Mint, Kipos
  • Crunkleton Beesting
  • Jordan Lake
  • Fridays on the Front Porch
  • Get lunch/coffee with some of my professors
  • Climb the Bell Tower
  • Take senior portraits
  • Oh, order my cap and gown I guess

Any other suggestions? What was the most UNC thing you’ve ever done?