instagramification.

I swore I'd never do it, but (with coverup on, of course) I set out to the Quad on
 Saturday to lay out and catch up on the Masters

Did a little shopping a couple of weeks ago and got these two dresses from Gap.
The vermillion one was my Easter dress!

{Easter mashup} Got to see my bff Edmund for Easter | Yummy Dreamcakes |
Easter-y Wall About You background | One of my best friends, Lydia, adopted me for Easter. :)

Pretty sunset from 31 in Vestavia. 

took the midnight train goin' anywhere.

As long as I can rock this, I don't care what I do. Ha.. jk. yeah I do.

I’m always envious of those people who know, while in college, exactly what they want to do when they graduate and have a game plan for getting there.  I started out college as a pre-med student, with hopes of being in dermatology.  But since I spent the entire class period in Biology 203 (at 8 am, for two hours every. Monday. Wednesday. and. Friday.) with my BlackBerry hidden under the lab table, scrolling through CNBC’s tickers—and literally watching the market crash before my eyes—I knew that this was not the place for me.  I never really gave a thought to what I wanted to do.  Everyone around me wanted me to go into medicine—some were people around me who thought it’d be a cheap way for them to get their plastic surgery, others were family and teachers who were super encouraging.  If I had given even two seconds’ thought to my “calling”—what God wanted me to do—I would have not spent a completely miserable semester wondering why I hated what I thought I was supposed to be doing forever.  Thankfully, I wised up and headed over to the business school and signed myself up for what has been the most challenging time in my life.  Hard. Stuff.  Not for faint of heart (shout out to Belski here).  But I love every. grueling. minute.  Despite this, I still honestly have no idea where I want to go after my Super Senior year, once I graduate as a full fledged business woman.  I love PR, I love advertising, I love branding, I love people.  I love sharing the things I love and am passionate about with people—so I feel like I’m on the right track.  I have a list of dream jobs a mile long, and I dream of living and working in Mountain Brook; but I still have no idea where my life will lead—a completely terrifying thought if I think about it for too long.  So, to those people who have it figured out, kudos to you! You are a million steps ahead of me.  Until I’m there, I’m gonna stay in a constant state of prayer and hope that God uses the gifts He’s given me to glorify Him and help others.  Lord only knows where this journey will take me, but I can’t wait ‘til my stilettos hit the pavement on their way to wherever I'm goin'.  

Title cred: Only fitting that Journey title a post about.. well.. journeys.

paint me a birmingham

Yep. It really looks like that. note the squirrel to your left.

True Life: I snapped this behind the law school.

Don't get me wrong, I love Montgomery--we've got history, beauty and culture.  But I kind of love Birmingham as much, if not more.

And I miss it. Badly. 

Eight months out of the year, I live 90 miles up I-65 North on a breathtaking campus of sprawling lawns (they're painted, right?), flowing fountains,  gorgeous Georgian architecture, benches surrounded by dripping magnolias and friends, and the friendliest/scariest squirrels in the world. 

That's the library. I don't miss it so much.  sure is pretty though.

The Botanical Gardens are a MUST when in Mountain Brook..
..and the perfect spot for a photo op, of course!

Samford stole my heart from the second I stepped on its campus, and I really don't want it back.

And I sure 

do miss it.  

I miss the friend photo shoots (or normal visits..those are cool, too) at the Botanical Gardens,  going to the Mountain Brook Village Starbucks to socialize..ahem..I mean study, football games on Saturdays, and of course, the caf..everyone's favorite (NOT!).  

photo sesh in the caf.  
Note how my friends oblige my pleads for twin days.  They're cool like that.

Just another sunny Sunday at the club.

Basically, I'm dying to get back to Samford and Birmingham.  Friends don't come any better, and days don't get more eventful.

Only 5 more short weeks, y'all, 'til my Revas grace the concrete of the Samford Country Club.  Can't wait.*  

English Village overlook of b'ham. can't get much better. 

*P.S.  I'll miss you, Mom!