Hello but not goodbye

August was the last time I posted something. And now in November, after many months of transitioning, I feel it is time to resurge my blog.聽

I have thought about my next step, my next post or topic. But despite the ever seemingly increase of tragedies and social issues, I haven’t found anything to delve in… perhaps this is writer’s block…? Should I consider myself a writer simply because I have a blog?

But a wise person, in close proximity of me (my mom) suggested I just write. Even if it’s an insignificant blurb of my endless mind rants.聽

Here are a few questions I am thinking of right now:聽

  1. Are all Trump supporters the same? In terms of ideals, is it possible to support a man who defends one topic of your interest but aggressively attacks many other groups? (Genuine curiosity)
  2. Why is it so hard to believe science? Why why whyyyy.
  3. I hate the generated recording and clinical environment of the new metro trains.
  4. Speaking of metros… how will Amazon truly impact the entire DMV area?
  5. Speaking of Amazon, how large of an impact did Chico Mendes have in protecting the Amazon?

And that’s how my mind works on a day to day basis 馃檭

Evolving Hopeless Romantic


For as long as I’ve been on this earth, I have been a hopeless romantic, and the worst kind too. My entire teenage-hood was enveloped in countless imaginative encounters with “The One” and quite literally running off to be happily together. In my mind, there wasn’t anything love couldn’t resolve or mend. And it was pure, my creations were simply filled with happiness and connecting with another human on a level that was so palpable it oozed out of a lover’s stare; the sort of connection strangers envy when they notice the uncontrollable longing gaze and drunken smiles. Ohhh to be in love.聽

My thoughts were constantly solidifying and shifting. When I visited Paris, I immediately imagined a life in which we would discuss culture, linger by the Seine and make love in an apartment riddled with history and a balcony opened to the cacophony of the French language and streets.

weart3.jpg“There are two kinds of people in the world; those who make things happen, and those who hope things happen. Just for you and just for today, I am a hoper. And I hope with every beat of my heart, you are one of those who make聽things happen.”

-written by Dorianne Young