Spending too much time online (and in the wrong places) can have you believing that the world is ending and everyone is actually insane. But sometimes the internet can be a place of hope, inspiration and even some positivity.
Scrolling through my photos and photos I was tagged in, made me smile and remember some good times. Seeing familiar faces (including my own) was a much-needed breath of fresh air from all the Kylie Jenners and Hailey Baldwins who usually crowd my feed.
If I'm a writer, shouldn't I be proudly slaving away at my craft on a daily basis? Shouldn't I constantly be displaying my bylines like a second-grade soccer star with a shelf full of trophies? Shouldn't my grammar skills be at least strong enough for me to recognize when I'm using the wrong form of "it's?"
The art of being busy isn't necessarily on par with being productive. Having so much to do that you can't find a moment to call your mom back or take your dog for a walk around the block is honestly the fakest news we ever tried to fake.
Not only is the coffee delicious and hanging plants make me look cool on Instagram , but they also have pastries, an awesome lunch menu, and drinking vinegar — something I am both scared and intrigued to try.
Nestled on a corner after a string of restaurants that were way too fancy for the old Keds I was wearing, Vicky's House is about the size of most small kitchens. The feeling of literally being at your grandma's house is unmatched by anywhere you'll ever go — except your actual grandma's house.