All posts tagged: Los Angeles

Romance On A Budget.

For anyone who’s ever been in a relationship in their early 20s, you probably know this struggle. It seems like every other couple is doing dinner and a movie every week while you and your significant other Netflix and chill. I just started my first full time job about six months ago while my boyfriend graduated from Stanford this past June. With both of us saving up for the finer things in life, we’re learning to navigate how to keep our relationship going while maintaining a few zeros in our accounts. Here’s how we’ve done it so far: Be Honest. Initially when my boyfriend graduated, after being long distance for a few months, our instinct was to catch up on missed dinners at places we wanted to try. Which is what we did. However, after about a month, we both realized our excursions were getting a costly. So we were honest with each other. Although honesty should be a staple in relationships, it’s important to let your significant other know what you can and can’t do. Everyone will benefit …

How I got through: Losing a loved one

I think a lot of people tend to internalize hurt because it’s easy.  As we all know, it’s easier to not think about things that upset us instead of facing things head on.  Of course, this concept isn’t new but I figure I’d vent a little. I lost my aunt (She’s the gorgeous lady in the featured image. That’s me with the duck rain coat) in June 2015. The specifics dates I purposely didn’t remember because who wants to wake up on June whatever and remember that…but maybe that’s my issue…I digress.  She had cancer. I’ve experienced death before with both of my grandmothers, but not quite like this.  There’s something especially troubling about losing someone when you don’t expect it.  My aunt was in her late 50s. My particular issue with “dealing” with this loss is that it lingers.  Almost like a lingering headache that you can tolerate mostly but every now and then its stronger than usual. Just like a headache, pain has its triggers.  For me, it’s hearing my mom discuss her sister or …