Meet Me :)

If you're reading this, you have stumbled upon my very first attempt at a blog. You are now either (A.) My mom, brother, or boyfriend. (B.) want to know who I am, or (C.) are stalking the bananas out of me. 

As far as I'm concerned, it's option (B.), and in that case, Hi! My name is Sarah. 

I am starting this blog half because I've always loved the idea of having my own little home on the internet to write about all of my favorite things, places, thoughts, and maybe even the things that make me cringe or irritably angry. You know the things that make life... well life. The other half is all thanks to my boyfriend who was guilt tripping me last night when I was putting writing this post off. "Why not try it out?" "This could be so cool!" I suppose this isn't an example of guilt tripping whatsoever. Instead, it's just the cold hard truth. My anxious heart sometimes likes to mistake the two. Heh.

Random things about me that I think make me sound really original but are really pretty basic : 

I am twenty-two years old, but it's my birthday month, so I'll be twenty-three in a week or so. I will admit, I'm sad to say my birthday anthem will no longer be Taylor Swift's "22".  And yes, I am one of those rare humans that love birthdays with all their heart. My birthday, My loved ones' birthdays, Jesus's birthday. All of the above, and make sure cake is heavily involved.

Because people love pretending your most loved movies are a personality trait nowadays, I am going to participate in this trend. 13 Going On 30, Pretty In Pink, and You've got mail are my top 3 favorite movies. I actually would like to personally thank whoever came up with the character of "Thirty, flirty and thriving" Jenna Rink. I seriously relate half of my life decisions to this movie. It only becomes a problem when you realize you don't have her fabuloso wardrobe.

Iced coffee will fix any mood I'm in with just one sip. And if pumpkin or hazelnut syrup can be inserted, don't think about it. Just do it.

Is it boring if I tell you I love the color pink? I'm talking rose pink, ballet slipper pink, champagne pink. Don't even get me started on antique pink. It's as if bubblegum and creamy cashmere had a baby. The epitome of a delicately stunning shade of pink.

One last thing about myself is that I cry. I cry so much and so often. To some crying is a sign of weakness, but to me crying allows me to remember that at the end of the day I am only a human. I have a heart and sometimes things that happen or people that walk right in or out of your life can leave little scars on that beating thing inside my chest. And sometimes you'll feel an entire bouquet of flowers big and small blooming over those marks that were once tattered at the words and actions of that sweet stranger you'll never cross paths with again, or the people who love you most in this world. Both scenarios make me cry like a baby. Sad songs get me, too, but only on occasion.

So just consider this blog of mine a diary that I leave unlocked. A dream of mine is for this to become like one giant tell-all of my life. Secrets, things I've fallen in love with or am unhappy with, memories I've made, and feel the need to write about so someone can read them to me when I'm old and have lost all of my precious mind. Yes, The Notebook style. Traumatizing, I'm well aware, but I'm a romantic. I just can't help myself. Hehe.

Anywho, for now, I'm leaving, but I do hope everyone who visits my blog will find flowers blooming in their chests too. I'm talking roses, peonies, daisies, lilies, and baby's breath, too! I want all of em' up in those rib cages. 

love, Sarah AKA The girl in floral :)