I don’t know if you can tell but I don’t want Fall to ever end. I am so in love with the color of nature during this time. It’s the perfect scenery for pictures. I sat on my jeep for 20 minutes just taking it all in. As I watch the leaves fall, I can’t help but think about how the year will be over soon. I am so excited for the holidays this season but I also cannot wait for the new year! I have so many exciting things happening in 2018 including graduation! With that being said, I am ready for the next chapter of my life and my blog.

I really wish I could remember where I got this jacket from for you guys, i’m sorry! H&M has a similar one on sale here.

Jeans: Forever 21/ Shirt: forever 21/ Chelsea Boots: Steve Madden

 

I’ve been avoiding talking about this topic for weeks now, but I have finally faced the courage to put my hurt on paper. I just didn’t have the words for a while. I still feel like I don’t, but I am going to try. A piece of me is missing knowing that the island is not the same as when I left. I am writing this post for the people who feel how I feel. The people who were first handedly affected. The ones who are so broken to speak on the topic that has cut them so deeply their lips start to tremble when they begin to speak on it. My mind can’t seem to escape the thought of my people suffering.

Puerto Rico has had such an influence on me since I was a little girl. I can remember walking through pueblos with my grandmother thinking about the lives and ancestors that once walked the land before me. Listening to the coquis, thinking about how our stories cannot be checked into boxes. We are the children of forgotten slaves, Africans and Tainos. Tainos who were taken over by Spaniards because of the wanting of gold and sugar cane. A beautiful mix of the three, creating a boricua. I have always felt the feeling of belonging when walking the streets of old San Juan, it has always been innate. The earliest settlers heard the Indians speak of the great wind they called hurracan. The natives said that such storms were caused by the evil God Juracan. These storms were what we call hurricanes.

This past summer I had the opportunity to spend my summer helping my parents start off their earned retirement on the island at their new home in Villalba. Going up the mountains with my father at 5 years old was the same as at 21 years old. Looking at the view of mountains that go on for miles, persistently taking my breath away. This island taught me how to be alone. It taught me to remember how small my problems are. I learned how to ride the ocean waves. I learned how to ride a horse there. I learned unique traditions like why children cut grass to put in a shoebox under their bed for the camels to eat. I learned how to dance salsa. I learned how strong and prideful my people are. I’ve learned so many lessons from the men and women on this island. I am still learning from you Puerto Rico. The spirit and grace of my people despite a disaster is astonishing. My ancestors fought. My family fights. My island fights. I wish I could be fighting there next to you all.

After over a week of not hearing from my family after Hurricane Maria; I cannot put into words the hurt that no one should feel. I am so happy my parents are okay, but that doesn’t take the hurt completely away. The island is running short on food, fuel, and access to clean water. There is limited communication. Among the greatest threats is the continuing lack of power. The New York Times reported it could take four to six months before the island can get power again. The island that gave me beautiful moments and places to photograph is not so beautiful anymore. I pray that good will come from this disaster, although I cannot see it yet. I hope one day I can take my grandchildren to the beautiful island I once shared memories on with my grandparents. I lastly wanna say thank you to the people who see me, who know how hard these last few weeks have been despite of the smile I put on. If you would like to help, please visit http://unidosporpuertorico.com.

Below are some pictures I took before Hurricane Maria:

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After Hurricane Maria

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Happy Friday guys! I cannot believe it is Fall already. We are officially in this awkward time where it can be hard to dress. Although, I am excited to throw on one of my fall jackets, I have been enjoying not wearing a jacket. Yet, because it is so warm by noon. This is a cute, but comfy look for class. I got so many compliments while also being comfortable, what else could you ask for!

Top: Charlotte Russe / Jeans: Forever 21 / Sneakers: Zumiez

Biggest Struggles in college

I remember people would always tell me “enjoy these years because they go quick,” and wow they were right. It feels like yesterday I was moving into my first college dorm room with my two best friends trying to figure out how we were going to decorate. I am now going into my senior year and I am so sad it is coming to an end. After 3 years at a university that is 2 and a half hours away from home, I have learned so much about myself and life. I have grown into a totally different person from when I first came! College has been full of laughs, friends, memories, and tears. Here are my biggest struggles in college.

  • Distractions: I had to start with this one and I have a feeling you knew it was coming! The experience of college at a university is different when you are actually living on the campus, I have to say. I am actually giggling right now thinking about all the late nights with my friends when I had class the next morning, the worst mornings. Living in a college town on the weekends can give you temptations to skip out on studying and doing school work when everyone around you is pregaming for the party tonight. In the beginning, it is so hard to watch everyone go out and have fun while you stay in and study. I have to admit it does not get easier. Although, I will say college is about balance. There is nothing wrong with going out and having the college experience because these days are priceless! But my advice to you is to know when is it simply your time to stay in and hit the books. There will always be another party, late night pizza run, or game night. If you have an exam coming up, be smart and choose not to sacrifice your grades for a little fun. Tution is too expensive to waste!
  • Maintaining a healthy lifestyle: It can be difficult to eat healthy, get rest, and work out on a college student schedule. Some semesters I barely had time to eat, yet alone go to the gym. This is OKAY. But my advice is to try your best. I can remember from previous semesters being in classes, working, and studying until 10pm. After a long day I just wanted to rest but instead I forced myself to stop at the rec on my way home and get in a quick workout. Working out can help you more than just physically but mentally too.
  • Trying to be perfect: This might not be the case for everyone but for people in my discipline they understand the struggle (future speech pathologist). I remember getting my first bad grade on a test and just walking out the classroom feeling like it was the end of the world. After 3 years of several failures I have to say it really is not the end of the world. My professor once told me, “one bad grade is not going to make or break your career, no grades will determine how good or bad of a Speech-Language Pathologist you will be.”
  • Procrastination: We all do this, I do not care how good of a student you are. Procrastination will be your.worst.enemy. Get a calendar and plan accordingly, or at least try too! I try to do my assignments ahead of time so I can manage it all. I got into the habit of getting things done early right at the start, and that made such a difference during the rest of the semester! This is something I can not stress enough. It will save you a lot of headache later if you just start early.

Being a college student can be so hard sometimes, but when it is all over it will be worth it. I can not count how many times me and my friends have joked about dropping out and asking why life had to be so hard. I think what gets us through it is the idea of walking across that stage. So when you are struggling, remember it will all be worth it.