Spring has just begun, symbolizing growth, renewal and a ritual shedding of winter’s heavy layers. If history has a way of repeating itself — which it always does — this spring promises shorter hemlines, lighter fabrics and a predictable resurgence of floral prints.
On May 31, I will leave Boston — the city that I have loved forever. The city that has given me my funny group of funny friends and my rat companions and the only city I have ever really known. You can imagine how scary it might be to leave a place that you’ve lived in forever. So, for now, that is why I am pleading “no more strangers.” I just can’t take them anymore. I just want people that I know. I just want to be with my dad, walking through the yard on the Cape to the Front House for dinner.
Dear readers,
Despite my outgoing and goofy personality around close friends and family, I often found myself conforming to societal norms around anyone else, dimming down what made me genuinely me — a classic case of teenage nonsense. Since stepping foot on campus in Boston, I've felt a profound shift. While I'm far from having it all figured out, I've certainly found more of myself than ever before.
I subscribed to Emma Chamberlain in 2017 immediately after watching her Dollar Store haul. From that moment forward, I was a fan. Her sense of humor, comfortable style and coffee order made their way into my routine. My first coffee order was her grande vanilla almondmilk latte, and I liked it enough to consistently order the same drink for about four years.
Having a period is a healthy biological function of the human body. Similar to how our bodies undergo a cycle of eating and processing nutrients, some undergo a monthly shedding of the uterine lining. These are facts.
Behind every successful woman doing something correctly is a man whispering in her ear telling her there is a better way to do what she’s already doing correctly.
“You’re doing it all wrong, here is actually how it should be done.”
“This is really advanced, you won’t understand. Let me explain.”
“Did you actually know that (insert very well-known concept here)?”
I don’t have the answer to every situationship or romance qualm. I couldn’t tell you how to rebound perfectly after a breakup, or how to win over the person of your dreams. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand how love works, or what it feels like. I think the harder part is finding a way to aptly put this multifaceted emotion into written words.
Dear Abby: Please help! I don’t know what to do, my friends are telling me that I don’t spend enough time with them, and that I am prioritizing my boyfriend over them –– but I think I balance the relationships well. Am I in the wrong for spending too much time with my boyfriend? How do I save my friendships?
Welcome to "Maia's Inner Monologue," my new column that gives you a peek into the world of my — rather random — passions, scattered thoughts and latest obsessions. Join me on an adventure into all things downright bizarre.
At the end of the day Rat City is not Atlantis. It has its woes. Come to think of it, Atlantis probably has its issues — that patriarchal leadership and all. While I was away, I forgot about the trials and tribulations of taking my three reusable bags full of groceries — that really should have been four — onto the crowded bus.
