It’s hard sometimes, isn’t it? It’s hard for all of us…Life doesn’t care about justice. The world kicks your ass sometimes. But you work through it. You ask for help. You try again. And sometimes, you have to fight back. Sometimes, you have to fight your way in.

From the penultimate episode of the first season of “The Royals.”



But eventually, I admitted to myself that I didn’t really want the White House beat. I wanted to write about people.

In the middle of reading The Real Thing: Lessons on Love and Life from a Wedding Reporter’s Notebook (which is fantastic and I highly recommend). The above sentiment pretty much nails everything that’s been on my mind for months.



I’ve been binging on the Lizzie Bennet Diaries (so behind on the times, I know), and it made me realize that I probably base many of my life decisions on works of fiction that I enjoyed/hope to emulate. This is likely not a good thing, but it is true nonetheless.


I just can’t.


Three years.

Exactly three years ago today, I recalled where I was at various points in my life in three year intervals because I saw a How I Met Your Mother episode.

So here’s what I figure: why not continue this tradition every three years?

What I wrote in 2012: I’m an adult (more or less). At least, I’m not in school. I haven’t had a vacation since Christmas, but I’m planning trips home for my brother’s high school graduation and Conrad’s wedding. I’m working as a reporter in D.C., covering a topic that I wouldn’t have been able to tell you anything about six months ago. I quit my first job out of college. I’m living in the kind of apartment that 20-somethings live in: comfortable and a little shady. I have no idea where my life is going, but I’m OK with that.

2015: I’m supposedly an adult. I just got back to work after taking a week off for the following: Easter, Opening Day, the 150th anniversary of the end of the Civil War and the Society of News Design Workshop (it’s the first bit of time I’ve taken off since the first week of December). My next planned trip is at the end of September, which is so many months away. I’ve been at my current job for about six months (left the job I started in 2012 last September), and I’m learning a lot. I own a car now so I can drive from D.C. to said job in Virginia. I’m doing some freelance work. I live in an awesome apartment that has a sitcom-esque layout. I have absolutely no idea where my life is going. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I really want a dog.


Say what you mean to say.

I watched Before Sunset yesterday when I couldn’t sleep, and it broke my heart as it always does. And now, a little more than 24 hours later, it’s still on my mind, so I looked up the New York Times’ review of the movie, which includes one of my favorite passages written in a review (and possibly just written in general):

Can’t these people just get to the point, you may find yourself wondering, stealing a glance at your watch. Can’t they just say what they mean? Can you? Language, after all, is not just about points and meanings. It is a medium of communication, yes, but also of avoidance, misdirection, self-protection and plain confusion … people often talk because they have nothing to say.


Survey says…

Right before I left for college, I had the foresight to delete basically everything I’d put on the Internet as an angsty high schooler. Old email accounts with ridiculous handles and Xanga posts filled with the details of my sophomore year drama are gone. I backed up a lot of those files,  but that computer crashed years ago.

Nearly a decade later (OH GOD HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN), it makes me a little sad to think that all of these writings are now gone.

So, of course, I sought out a blog that I happen to know is still on the Internet, and I discovered one of those surveys I use to fill out all the time. Now seems like as good a time as any to look back on my post-freshman year of college life. Also, I had coffee at 3 a.m. to get me through the rest of my overnight shift, and it’s now biting me in the butt.

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So, because I sometimes have to write posts for some work blogs, my full name byline is now linked to my WordPress account. That will show up here, too. Goodbye, posts signed as “jessica.” We had a good run.

Somewhat related: as I was telling friend Jon the other day, I really miss my nonsensical email and AIM handles (and, for that matter, my ridiculous away messages for my voicemail and other things that allow for some lightness in this so-serious world). I have no regrets about applying for college with falling_for_a_dream@yahoo.com as my main email account.