millennial blog project

millennial blog project

I won’t sit idly by and watch my life pass before my eyes

A millennial’s coming-of-age story

My name is Emily and I’m 30 years old. I’ve been writing on this blog in fits and spurts since I was 14, originally as “Blackbyrd” on blackbyrd.wordpress.com. I’ve long been enamored by the written word and have scribbled poems and sonnets in countless notebooks since I was 7.

Today I’m a classically trained journalist who has built a successful career in corporate marketing. On this blog I write about my musings while traveling all over the world and riding my bike.

Welcome to my never-ending coming-of-age story.

Thanks for visiting!

  • On a shelf

    This is where you should be. Not in a bag in a box on a shelf, But in the ground. Where you can feed the soil you were born on and fell in love on. Soil you fought to preserve, even though you never talked about that.   I want your ashes to feed the Read more

  • My 6-second Vine loop

    I’m not scared to be alone anymore. I’ve found happiness in myself and I carry it with me on my evening bike rides and runs. I sit on benches, swing on swingsets and pedal through now-familiar neighborhoods. My single room at Bonaventure, while a colorful space I sought solace in at times, became a lonely Read more

  • Back to pre-teen summer days

    Did I mention that I’m falling in love with the area? I can’t wait to buy a knapsack, fill it with my camera(s), phone, poetry journal and a book or two and spend the day on my bike. It’s the first time in my life that I’ve been able to set out on my bike Read more

  • Welcome home

    Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. Sure, the dogs greeted me and Weezie the cat made a few appearances, but it’s not my home. My childhood bedroom with its lime green, sky blue, raspberry pink and orangey orange walls close me in after branching out too far. I can’t relate to 13-year-old Emily anymore. She’s Read more

  • Questionable behavior, apparently

    He really brings the best out of me. Isn’t that what they –– significant others –– are supposed to do? I promise not to get all mushy. But, seriously. He’s…he’s…himself. And I’ve never met anyone else quite like him. He challenges me. He doesn’t accept my behavior, he questions it. He makes me think, and that’s Read more

  • It’s time

    Some things take precedence over others. For example, take my history class from this past semester. If it’s a requirement, chances are I don’t want to take the class (especially if it doesn’t apply to either of my majors). So, instead of paying attention, I sat in class with my laptop open, updating my cover letter(s) and Read more