ashyaver

hi.

My name is ashlyn (or ash, according to steph) and I have technically been a co-author since “freckhled” was just getting its bearings. But, evidently, I have good intentions and a knack for poor follow-throughs.

Right. We better get acquainted then. Nice to meet you, whoever you may be. I am currently living in Seattle, I moved here this fall for school. Something that I have noticed about the chance for new beginnings is the unreasonable expectations for what is to come. Of course, I kept hearing this advice as I got ready to pick up and move to the place that seemed like the dream that I had always searched for, and didn’t understand what could possibly be wrong with the level of optimism and excitement that I had maintained. I wished and dreamed to be living in a place where the leaves changed, rain fell with frequency, culture was ample, and the opportunity to fall in love in a coffee shop was slightly more realistic. Recently though, I’ve been finding myself in slumps. Evidently just being in the place of your dreams doesn’t mean that someone will fall in love with you or people will want to be your friend. It seems to me that life is really what you make of it, like taking the long way to admire the leaves, wearing the wrong clothes for the weather, running about when you feel so inclined, taking note of the way the light passes through the windows, listening for the sound of rain, noticing the little details that you could easily pass by. Because opportunity will only get you so far.

thanks for listening. I have a good feeling about you.

signing off, ash. xx