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!

  • All settled in

    You’ve read this post before – the one about how much Emily has changed. This one’s different, I promise. I’m going home for winter break tomorrow (technically today). But, in all honesty, I don’t even want to. The idea of packing, lugging my belongings to Bubbles and then unpacking makes my body ache. Yeah, I miss my Read more

  • Those eyes

    They stared at me with wide eyes, exuding unspoken pleas. Dirty hallways, dirty cages, horrible smell. Dogs barking, cats meowing; welcome, Emily. I walked down the hallways and those eyes – those eyes – broke my heart. Oh some seemed very mean, there’s no doubt about it. But others simply had stereotypes attached to them. Read more

  • “Hello, (insertnamehere), how are you today?”

    I wish I could say “Hey, <insertnamehere>!” to nearly every person I pass. For such a small campus, I barely know anyone. I see someone new every day I’m here. That’s the thing. I don’t meet someone new every day, I just see someone new. We should be a tight-knit little community…a cute little family… we’re just… not. From what I’ve Read more

  • A worked-up, worrying and whiny wench

    “Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.” ~Corrie Ten Boom I should really take Corrie’s advice to heart. She had a lot more to worry about than I do. Corrie and her family helped hide Jews from Nazis during the Holocaust. I remember watching the biographical movie based Read more

  • Proud to be a reject

    I paid for the chocolate lollipop with my own money, undid the wrapper and wrapped it up instead in fancy tissue paper, complete with a ribbon. Since we were in separate classes in the fifth grade, I asked a friend in his class to put it on his desk for me. The next day – Read more

  • A stick unstuck

    Let’s just say I’ve changed completely. I’m not who I used to be. I’m not a stick in the mud anymore. My curse has finally been lifted. Who knew that $52 could buy me so much freedom? Why not have a little fun while getting that good education? I’ve found that it is completely possible Read more