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!

  • A former reading whore discovers books again

    A former reading whore discovers books again

    The seventh Harry Potter book came out and I spent the day in the hammock at our then-campsite. It took me ten hours to read it in its entirety. A week later, I read it again. In a time before I had a cellphone and my own personal computer(s), I read. A lot. I had Read more

  • Diamonds vs. Claddaghs

    Diamonds vs. Claddaghs

    I’m young. My parents’ generation got married at my age. My mother was married at my age. I’m not even close to that. I get excited about new books and the next tattoo I’m going to get. I get excited when the guy I like texts me, goddammit. So the fact people my age –– especially Read more

  • Full of life; full of stories

    An elderly woman sat in the farthest booth from the door and ate her meal alone. “Oh! She’s eating alone! That makes me so sad,” I said in a whiny voice. My friend glanced at the woman and then returned my stare from across our four-person table. “Em, did you ever think she wants to be alone Read more

  • Moving out

    Moving out

    This is going to suck. By “this” I mean leaving and by “suck” I mean I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE. The dust bunnies under my bed can stay where they are; I don’t want to disturb them or make them fly around. Less than a week from today, this won’t be my room anymore. This Read more

  • Youngest-child syndrome

    Youngest-child syndrome

    Emily broke the disc for our favorite game, Pandemonium. It had been a complementary game that came with our brand-new computer. We fought over playing it and learned to take turns until it, well, broke. Naturally, Emily did it. Uh, no she didn’t. But Jordan, Trevor and Adam were convinced I did and still bring Read more

  • Go back to high school, sweetheart

    I probably shouldn’t roll my eyes at relationships that extended original roots whilst in high school, but I just can’t help it. I’ve seen so many young women with short leashes too often to sit back and shut up. Especially since I too once had a useless, constraining leash. I talked to my friend Christian on the Read more