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!

  • An abundance of Emilys

    There are 44 Emilys currently on this campus. Yep. Forty-four. Cuarenta y cuatro. This includes an administrator or two, but still. Forty-four out of maybe – maybe – 2,000 students, and that’s without separating male from female. My mother’s name is Nancy. You don’t hear of many Nancys walking around. My academic (and life) adviser grumbles Read more

  • My little brother named Ollie

    “Here’s our new puppy!” a seven-year-old Emily exclaimed as she plopped a fuzzy, black unidentifiable creature onto the family room table. All three of the boys leapt up in surprise from their scattered positions around the room. We took the cock-a-poo outside and let him run around while we tossed around possible names. “How about Read more

  • No place like home

    So many people I went to high school with are quick to say they can’t wait to leave our little hometown. So many people I went to high school with are quick to diss the schooling system we went through. What pisses me off even more is when someone who didn’t attend my school disses Read more

  • Stereotypical white box

    I really need to paint my nails. But, my desk is currently in disarray. My iMac isn’t even set up; the shelf attachment on the desk is too low for the screen to fit. I went into town tonight seeking bricks to prop up the shelving unit, but The Bargain Outlet was closed. I’ll probably Read more

  • Same s***, different year

    I’m finding it hard to pinpoint how I feel. This morning I cried as I packed up my belongings. I left tear stains on Robby’s tee shirt. Still. Still, as Bubbles cruised down those oh-so-familiar country roads, my feelings changed. I know this! I know where we’re going! my conscience screamed. And now I’m here. Sitting under Read more

  • The Terrible Freckled Girl

    It was bound to happen. “Are you all set?” I asked the older lady who approached my counter. She answered quietly and indecipherably. Considering her reply a confirmation to my question, I searched for the bar codes on her two items and quickly scanned them in. BANG! Her fist hit the counter. “DID YOU EVEN Read more