Love, Megan Marie

Progress, Not Perfection

2014-04-14T21:56:00.002-06:00

At the end of this winter semester, my title references the profound quote from Steve Madden himself. Since that life changing mall visit, I've dubbed this past season "Madden about Winter" a la my not fully updated Facebook album. I realize I've only posted once this year. I'm fine with that. I've been posting once a month at this blog, which is a year-long challenge I'm participating in. I also started a poetry blog with Drew that will soon be up and running.

I've been brainstorming about what kind of blog I want to have. Holly and I are going to get together soon to put together a design. I just love my London header so much I'm tempted to retire this blog and keep it in it's perfect form, and start fresh. I've developed a girl crush on EssieButton and other YouTubers, and if I could have a dream job I'd be a figurehead in social media. But I would like to have a project like this to make my life more exciting and to learn how to take better photos of my life.

This semester has seemed very long, but thinking that the next batch of London study abroaders have already returned home is crazy. This semester has also been full of its challenges, but things are looking up. I have some more ideas for posts about this semester, but finals week is here. I'll be home next Tuesday for a week, and I can fill you all in on what's been going down.
For now, here are a couple photos from the last month:

Spring has sprung!

My lucky conference seat

Hanging with my peeps

Morgan and I dressed up as Kristofferson and Ash from Fantastic Mr. Fox in celebration of seeing Wes Anderson's Grand Budapest Hotel. It was too dark to take photos where we were in downtown SLC so Y Mountain it was.

Our usual experience at church.. loners club over here. But girl look at that mani.

I'll be back with more- including an updated apartment post which I'm most excited about!

-MM

Provo in January

2014-01-29T16:41:00.000-07:00

It snowed, once.

This month has been full. It's been full of friends, a new place to live, and getting back in the groove of going to school on the BYU campus. It's also been full of London homesickness, but I've been fortunate to always be around my friends from the program so we can commiserate together.

I've spent lots of time catching up with my favorite nuggets. Bowling, Fashion Place Mall, Museum of Art with Mom, snuggling, the works.

I've also been trying to spend as much time as possible with my favorite Madeline before she leaves on her mission in two weeks (!!).

I bought a set of metallic letters at the dollar section at Target, and this was the best thing I could come up with with one set of letters.

This building alone saves me from severe classic architecture withdrawals. (and those mountains?)

I seem to always think "What Would Mindy Lahiri Wear?" because she is perfect.

and another!

Naomi and I made a trip down to Nordstrom's to go to the Steve Madden event. That there is Steve Madden, and that there is the selfie pose of the year.

Jayne and I, Roll-up Cafe, Study Abroad get together as usual.

Morgan and I went up to Salt Lake and Park City last Monday for the Sundance Film Festival. After all this time, this year was the first time I've been. She got tickets from the film program to see To Be Takei, a documentary about George Takei that I really enjoyed. We made a pitstop at Trader Joe's, and then drove up to Park City. We strolled around Main Street, ate free veggie burgers, tried and failed to see The Trip to Italy on the wait list, found our new favorite cafe called Atticus, and saw the much anticipated concert by Belle and Sebastian.

This is the result of meeting and taking a picture with the one and only Stuart Murdock.

I've also began my skiing class up at Sundance. It's been really icy and we seriously need some more snow, but I'm slowly getting the hang of it.

On Saturday, Morgan and I went to Cat's Cradle Antiques so she could get some footage for her film class documentary. This was my first time there, and I'll be back there again soon because it was my kind of place.

This week has been tests, studying, and assignments, but this weekend I'm going to a concert in Salt Lake and it'll be February. Now back to an attempt to study for my test, be back eventually.

Dear Blog,

2014-01-12T22:09:00.000-07:00

I've had a blog of some kind since 2008. That's now going on 6 years. It's changed and evolved as I've gone from a 14 year old to 20 years old obviously, but it many ways it has stayed the same for me. I love reading blogs and I have since I started one. I've always longed to have an inspiring and yes, I'll admit it, a popular one. I love having a place for my family and friends to see what I'm up to, and I love the few friends I have met through reading blogs. I just wish that I feel less stressed about maintaining it. I feel like I can never post enough for it to be effective, and most of the times it feels like one more thing that I'm failing to accomplish. There is also that whole putting all your thoughts, pictures and information out there for all the world to see.

I do love that now my friend Holly can help me with my design. It's been looking fabulously. The thought of never blogging again is too drastic and is saddening. I just need to rethink what I want a blog of mine to be. I think I may have narrowed down what I'd like my overall new year's resolution to be, and that's time management. That includes going to bed early and waking up early (a reasonable, consistent time), avoid wasting copious time on any of my beloved devices, and using my time to study and create. Currently I find it very hard to read textbooks, take time to just connect with others without my phone on my person, to enjoy creating and in general, all my brain wants to do is be entertained. Constantly chasing after the next update and waiting for new material on instagram, bloglovin, pinterest, and most of all facebook to appear is what seems to fuel my days. I've lost a majority of my motivation to work, read, and create art.

How can I retrain my brain to love things that are real and present more than what exists on a screen?

I feel like my dependency on technology has diminished what I'm capable of. If I could tell you what I'd like to be when I grow up, I'd say I'd like to be somebody, who is somebody. I'd like to create something of myself and gain knowledge of all kinds. How can I accomplish this if all I like to do is spend time on the internet? How can I do anything if my attention span is 10 seconds long?

I know a few things about what I want this blog to be. I'd like to divert my recording of my daily life, relationships, and little events to keeping my daily journal and printing photos. I could use this blog for writing and generating inspiration, with snippets of my life and snapshots of my face inserted. I'd like to have a space on the internet where I can present who I am, as well as work out who I am. Sharing online is part of our culture now, and I'd be daft to stop trying. I'd like this space to have purpose. Writing is therapeutic for me, and if I have a pressure-free space to do it, maybe it would help overcome my constant writer's block/attention deficit.

In conclusion, I'd like to spend less time constantly following the lives of others, (though I will keep that up) and spend more time figuring out who in the world I am.

Merry Christmas!

2013-12-26T12:42:00.002-07:00

Merry Christmas!

I had a lovely, low key day. I woke up at 9:15, opened my stocking in my room as per tradition, and Jack threw up on my Dad and the floor. Melissa and Randy came over and we Facetimed with Matt and Kate as Mia opened up her new Bitty Baby (that she loved). Then we got to opening our presents!

Look at my cute lil seester

Let's just get a close up of that cute wrapping paper.

New Mr. Darcy ornament, imported from Bath

Opening up presents is the greatest thing, same with giving them. My Dad picked out this nativity scene from Peru from the store 10,000 Villages. Nicely done.

My mom tracked down this crane after my dad spotted it while they were in York. Nicely done, Mom.

My haul- not pictured, 3 months in Europe. Can you spot the two American Girl items? Once a hardcore AG lover, always a hardcore AG lover.

This will do, thank you.

After breakfast casserole and sticky buns, and lunchtime later, I worked on my puzzle and we went to see Saving Mr. Banks (obsessed). But this puzzle is coming along, it is a toughie.

I've spent two weeks at home now. We leave for Utah tomorrow and I am both very sad and very happy. I love my bed, my room, my own space, and my puppy, but I get to see my family that I haven't seen in 8 months, celebrate more Christmas, and then start school where I'm taking skiing and ballet and living in close proximities to my new best friends. I can say that things are looking very bright!

Merry Christmas from me to you!

Around the Making of Harry Potter in 80 Photos

2013-12-22T20:09:00.000-07:00

I am now writing from home in Canada, unfortunately.

I made it back from England last Friday with the hope that I would blog about the rest of my semester this Christmas break. I thought I'd begin with one the the most magical days of all- a day at The Making of Harry Potter! The reason this is a post of monster length because I had to take pictures of everything, and I'm guessing I have a few people who are reading this who also want to see everything. The studio tour takes place in the actual studio they filmed Harry Potter (studios J and K). It was full of the sets, costumes, models, butterbeer, and everything in between. Needless to say, it was unreal.

Head table

The Great Hall all decked out for Christmas!

I know, right?

Luna had the best everything.

THE invisibility cloak, lined with green fabric to make it actually invisible.

I spy the Sorting Hat.

The intensity of this beverage is astounding.

Quite sugary

Aw yeah.

This was made of three vintage double decker buses.

Um, don't drink and drive?

The Burrow was one of my favorites and I may or may not have taken several notes for future home decorating.

The Black family tapestry

Look at those goblin hands

Aunt Marge!

Diagon Alley was a whole new world.

Doin' some shoppin!

There are two other moments that compare to walking into this room and seeing the model of Hogwarts- turning the corner and seeing the Duomo in Florence and coming across Big Ben, seriously. This room was amazing!

We sat in the room for awhile and watched as the lights changed like a sunrise and sunset. This model was used along with computer animation to shoot the exterior shots for the movie.

Now this is from "Platform 9 3/4" at King's Cross, but I thought it was fitting. Sometimes a day at school is the best kinds of days. The London Study Abroad really spoils you! To think that all we had to do was talk about Harry Potter in English class.

Portraits of Sherlock and Indian Food

2013-12-01T15:37:00.001-07:00

On Friday I had all three of those experiences mentioned in my title.

First:

The Sherlock Holmes Museum

The third floor of the museum features fake people portrayed as famous characters from Sherlock stories. Someone thought that was a good idea, and so they went for it.

Watson's like whaa?

Moriarty is up to no good I think.

Oh look real person.

With our photo ops complete, souvenirs purchased, and me getting my Sherlock fix, we moved on to our next stop of the day.

The National Portrait Gallery

The Queen in her majestic desert of emptiness

I thought the portrait gallery was a great collection. I was confused and I thought Princess Kate and everyone's portrait was going to be there but I checked all over the contemporary section, so maybe next time. I did find Jane Austen's itty bitty portrait.

Next we went to a stationary store and ended up trying Humingbird Bakery that was nearby on our way to an Indian restaurant out in the middle of nowhere (Vauxhall) called Hot Stuff. I had the best tikka masala. (It was my first tikka masala so what it was really good).

I'm of little words tonight but I thought I'd share some photos from this weekend in an attempt to blog a lot if not everyday before I leave in 12 DAYS.

-M

Tea Time

2013-11-30T18:09:00.000-07:00

On Tuesday this week I finally was able to go for a proper tea.

Now check out this property:

Hey Kensington Palace!
We tried going to the Orangery but it was all closed off in preparation for Will & Kate's big housewarming party that night.
So we headed for a place that I had read about in the newspaper on the tube Soho's Secret Tea Room.
It was so lovely! It was perfect for us. It's above a pub, and to get to it to you into the pub and follow them behind the counter and up a flight of stairs to the tea room. We ordered afternoon tea and enjoyed chamomile, peppermint, and rose tea and two stacks of scones, cakes, cupcakes and sandwiches. I was so full and it was all so delightful.

Our little tea steeping timer

It was right after this photo that I realized I had a saucer.

Tuesday night I got to meet up with my dear high school friend Ella who just moved to London last month! She is in a new musical improv group called Excursions and completely and totally rocks it. I went to her show and experienced the true Camden pub life. I'm so proud of her, she really is one of the coolest people (persons?) I know.

Flashback!

Today was also great. Camden Market with Drew (and Ella), Bananaman, and my very first pair of Doc Martens.

Love you London!

Last Week

2013-11-27T16:56:00.001-07:00

Blog, I know I've neglected you.
But to make it up to you, I have some good stories.
London does not cease to disappoint! How can one place have so much to do, so much to see, so much to eat, all of the day?
This week was so jam packed, at one point I had to pack a peanut butter and jam sandwich because I had no time to eat dinner.
Here are some highlights.

First, here are two familiar sites when I leave my flat each day.

Kilburn Park Tube station and this gorgeous Gothic-Revival church on the corner.

Last week won so far for Best Entertainment Week.

Monday night, I went ice skating outside the science museum with my friends and for Thai food at Thai Break afterwards.

Wednesday night I scored a half price, 5th row seat to Matilda. This show is so brilliant in every way. I also managed to sit by and talk to a professional actor who is currently in Showstoppers- an improv musical.

Jane and I

It just so happens that we were planning on going to it anyways. We loved it so much we are going back tomorrow!

Last week was also jam packed with school stuff. We made it to the Tate Britain which I ended up adoring. I was able to see many of the paintings and sculptures that we studied in class which is an experience like no other.

A renovation was just complete and this magnificent staircase has reopened after almost 100 years of being closed off to the public.

My friend Morgan stopped in London for a few days on her way home from study abroad in Paris. WE managed to pack a lot into her weekend here! Not pictured is our fish and chips at a swanky pub near Green Park station and the Ritz, King's Cross station, and our time being in the audience for a taping of Nick Grimshaw's show Sweat the Small Stuff on BBC Three.

Saturday we made it to Speedy's Cafe, where they film/filmed Sherlock:

Portobello Market:

Thanks to Morgs for these pics xo

Morgan's Dr. Who 50th Anniversary experience:

and my very first English Premier League football game:

Andi, Marinda, Susannah, Me, and Drew

Last week was a good one I'd say! One of the best. Now I'm on Thanksgiving break this week and I'm not quite sure what to do with all of this free time. Today I managed to shop for a little bit, miss all of the matinees, visit Hatchard's bookstore, eat food, and do a microscopic amount of homework.

Tomorrow I'm having Thanksgiving dinner with my friends who are still in London this week and not travelling around and my professor and her family. I might be able to squeeze in a movie before the Showstoppers show tomorrow night.

London is busy, London is fine. London is blah blah blah no more rhymes I love it.

-MM

Way up North

2013-11-11T15:35:00.002-07:00

This mass post of much delight is brought to you by our class trip to the north of England and Scotland this past week. Full of wind, plaid, museum visits and bus insanity, this is one post you'll be sure not to miss.

Day 1: Monday, October 28th
Liverpool in the morning, Preston at night.
We left town early in the morning (5:30 to be exact) and arrived in Liverpool at 10:30. I had time to visit the Maritime Museum (Titanic anyone?), eat at Nando's for the first time and see the statue erected in honor of the Pioneers, my ancestors included, who left for America via Liverpool. Oh, and pictures. There is always time for pictures.

photo cred to Alyssa. Check out her blog of utmost wonder here. I mean seriously, I love this girl!

A cool random building for you DAD.

We spent the night in Preston visit the temple, talking a walking church history tour around town, and wondering why Preston looked like Sandy Utah, I missed that English personality! At least our hotel was the ultimate.

Day 2: Tuesday, October 29th
Ambleside and Grasmere otherwise known as gems in the Lake District.
Right on the 11 mile long Lake Windermere, Ambleside does not disappoint.
Our first stop was at the Wordsworth Center. We learned and handled precious documents and items, ate famous Grasmere gingerbread, and I held Wordsworth's 1674 copy of Paradise Lost.
Our hostel was right on the shore, and therefore was surprisingly gorgeous. We took a boat ride around the lake which was as picturesque as it sounds except for the rain, even then it was still magical.
The night concluded with a themed group dinner consisting of lambs stew, smashed carrots, boiled potatoes, lemonade, and pudding. After that best meal, we took a basically candlelit tour of Wordsworth's house, Dove Cottage. All around it was the best day. I also managed to finish my schedule for next semester of school to perfection. (Perfection being no class on Friday and skiing on Wednesday).

again, thanks Alyssa!

and thanks one more time.

Day 3: Wednesday, October 30
I slept in, took a morning stroll, and got on the bus to travel to Edinburgh! We arrived around 5 in the evening to rain and an already dark night. After checking in at the Isis Hotel (which was right in the middle of town) Drew and I went to eat pizza at Bella Italia, which my mom recommended. After waiting for our check from out waiter named Nacho forever, and playing with the wax candle and sharing two desserts, we took a walk around the city.

Day 5: Halloween! Thursday, October 31st
Halloween in Edinburgh? Don't mind if I do. We started the day out with a tour of Edinburgh Castle. It was quite cold and windy up there on the hill, but I managed to see the war memorial room, Scottish crown jewels, and the tiniest of chapels and enjoy the view. Our guide was a true Scottish woman who was also hilarious- that's her in the horse head. We walked down to the Elephant House for lunch. The hot cocoa was superior (so was the sandwich, not pictured) and I signed the wall in the bathroom, as one Harry Potter fan is apt to do. We had a group tour of the National Gallery in the afternoon, and I found some new favorite artworks. Then it was time for Halloween festivus! We ate dinner at a pub and I tried haggis which deep fried was kind of delicious. We went on a walking ghost tour at night that took us around the alleyways and into the underground vaults. I was only truly scared once (and should it could if it was a cheap trick?). It was also a Celtic festival that night so the streets were hoppin'. It was my first Halloween without a costume, but I wore black so it should count. Oh yes! We ended the night telling ghost stories in the Greyfrier cemetary. Truly spooky.

Day 5: Friday, November 1st
This morning was another early one. We drove through the windy hills of Scotland into England in the morning. We made a stop at Hadrian's Wall and played on the Roman ruins. We had lunch in Thirsk where I perfected my Cora Grantham impersonation (Oh Robert). We arrived that evening in York. We attended Eucharist at York Minster Cathedral, which is glorious. That night in York was some type of light festival called Spark. Drew and I happened upon this Viking God celebration/ interpretive dance in a courtyard behind the cathedral. It cannot truly be explained. It involved colorful smoke that smelled really good, terrible electric guitar music, and people who acted like this was a totally normal occurrence. Dinner was at this adorable cafe where I had a goat's cheese souffle that was out of this world. We trekked back to our hostel and I snuggled into the loft for a good nights rest.

Day 6: Saturday, November 2

We left York in the morning, and arrived at Fountain's Abbey. We had a few hours to explore the ruins. Highlights for me were singing Tiger Mountain Peasant Song with Drew in an empty stone hall that had amazing acoustics, and lunch at the tea room at the edge of the park. Then, the rest of the day was spent on the couch. I finally was able to work on some school work while the bus watched the most knocked off version of Puss and Boots. I was sad to say farewell to the north. I fell in love- and I fell into eating a lot of good food.

The End of France

2013-11-07T09:56:00.000-07:00

Here we are, nearly a month and a half since I returned, and I'm finally finishing my posts about our continental trip. On the last Friday, we left Paris early and drove to Auvers-ser-Oise where Van Gogh worked, lived and died. Do you recognize this church? I did after I saw his painting of it. Nothing beats standing the the same place an infamous artist stood at 9 in the morning.

We walked through a tranquil muddy field to get to the cemetery where he was buried next to his brother. Is it bad that I loved this graveyard? Everything was just beautiful.

Next stop was the much awaited Giverny (Gee-ver-knee) (Gjee-ver-nay) (Give-er-ny?).
Monet's garden was a delight, and his house was also surprisingly perfect. The only damper was the bathroom line that was as slow as slow can be (the folks we shared all of these sights with were 60+).

Next we visited the somber site of the D-Day Normandy beaches. We started in the visitors center, and as you leave there is a constant reading of names of those who have died. I felt no need to speak. Whispering felt as if I was interrupting something. This is a somber place that truly brings you to question the world and its horrors, as well as reflect with gratitude for those who have come before you and sacrificed for you.

Bayeux

Bayeux was a sweet, sweet surprise. I absolutely loved everything about my 18 hours there.

First, 9 of us ended up the the most random, perfect bed and breakfast. A family ran the place, and chickens, rabbits, cats, and dogs ran in the yard. I slept in the comfiest bed in the most quaint and randomly decorated rooms, and had breakfast at a family style table with all my friends, and ate the most delicious meal that was prepared by the mother of the family, who sat on the couch with a cat on her shoulders while we ate. The town was charming and the cathedral was magnificent. I also ate the best sweet and savory crepes I have ever had in my life at this family's restaurant that was alongside a pond with a waterwheel attached to it. I was simply happy. This was the perfect ending to my first French adventure.

We made it through the Channel Tunnel, and then London- home sweet home- it was.

What I:

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Saw this week:
Les Miserables

Ate this week:
Vegetarian Wellington at The Eagle and the Child Pub in Oxford

Bought this week:
Hunter rain boots

Learned this week:
Something about the Tudors and the Stuarts and Wordsworth

Laughed about this week:
"Aw Nuts! Mom's A Ghost" SNL short

Watched this week:
Last two episodes of Modern Family

Experienced for the first time this week:
A movie premiere! Thor- The Dark World.
I love Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston forever and always.

Played this week:
The piano in primary at church today

Wrote this week:
1012 words for one class, 1100 for another, 800 to a friend

Goals for next week:
Finish presentation about the Houses of Parliament
Own the Lake District
Seance in a Scottish cemetery on Halloween
Climb Arthur's Seat
Avoid rain pouring on my head (have an umbrella)
Eat good food
Be productive on the bus
write lots of words for lots of classes
Blog once
Add pictures to this post

Paris

2013-10-21T12:08:00.000-06:00

{I'm so close to finishing my re-cap. I have only Bayeux/Normandy to review and then it's all England time baby.}

Paris was a whirlwing. Literally, it was quite chilly most days, but lovely all the while. We stayed in a hotel in the southeast of the Seine, and got used to the metro real fast; well, not exactly. It was a little complicated.

We arrived late at night so we didn't see much of the city then, but the next morning started with a walk down the center of Paris. I was totally Tour de France geeking out the whole time.

Saint Chapelle was a mystical wonder. I had no idea what to expect, and boy these medieval windows are insane.

Next stop: Notre Dame. Well enjoyed and no pickpockets.

Story time: There we were, taking pictures Utah girl style (hand on hip, bent back, tilted head). I was looking at the pictures Drew took when this guy came up and asked me to show hime how to do it. At first I just assumed he was asking for us to talk a picture for him as he handed us his phone, but no he wanted to learn how to pose. He was quite chatty and wanted to hang out, but we kindly DECLINED.

fake love lockdown

That night we took a bus tour around the city..

and ended up at the Eiffel Tower just as it began to sparkle like no other. It cast a spell on us- my friend got straight up smooched right at this spot. We were all giddy for the rest of the trip, as you can imagine.

The next day we ventured to Versailles bright and early. I loved it, but I was so exhausted. This day alone I walked 22,000 steps. Europe kicks your butt! and my butt is lookin good!

vital Hall of Mirrors pic

Just livin the peasant life

We also marathoned the Louvre that night. I had to give my self periodical pep talks to make it through. It was amazing of course, and shout out to Mona Lisa. Oh yes, leaving the Louvre, all I wanted was dinner. The food court was closed, and as we trekked up the third and final elevator, I tripped and smacked my knee on the escalator step. The fiasco almost ruined my new pants, but we ended up at a McDonald's and I ate a burger that was surprisingly decent. I continued to limp.

It was also my sister-in-law's birthday, so Mona wished her well.

We had some free time the next day, so we walked to a flea market, but never made it there. We found this sandwich shop and I had the greatest baguette sandwich, the greatest sandwich, I've ever had. We still talk about it all the time. We went to Sacre Couer and took a peek around.

At the bottom of the hill, we found Fragonard (the prized perfume shop) and a carousel.

We met as a group to visit the Musee d'Orsay, and then that night we went to Shakespeare and Company and died.

I stopped at Notre Dame for one more selfie, but check out my swag bag.

We had to eat at the much talked about St. Regis and try the lemon chicken. The restaurant was cute and cozy and the marinara sauce was insane.

I had one more crepe (that I couldn't finish, I was over Nutella for the first time ever), and said farewell to Paris.

I can't believe I've been able to see all of these things that I've imagined my whole life. France was a real treat- and was full of treats (especially those Lion bars).

20

2013-10-17T11:59:00.000-06:00

(optional title- I'm an Adult Now so Here's Some Lists)

Today I'm two decades old. Two whole decades!
Ten years ago, I was in the fourth grade.

This is the definition of my childhood birthdays: BT cake (Barbie cake topper bonus points), my dear cousin Maddie, a headband, stretchy pants, Spongebob, Polly Pockets, My Scene, American Girl, sticker books, Lion King special edition, and a cute lil face.

This is me, as a 20 year old, showing you my sweet birthday garb whilst listening to English class.
My art history prof (shout out to Heather) dubbed me Henry VIII -makes sense.

Now doing a picture recap of the last year would be a lot of work, so I'm going to have more fun and make a list.

19 Things I Did While Being Nineteen

Had Thanksgiving in USA for the first time in six years (and was with the grandparents)
My niece Miss Mia was born!
Survived my first and second semesters of college
All my friends got mission calls
Did the costumes for a complicated production successfully
Went home for Christmas and saw the much anticipated Les Miserables
Moved to Helaman Halls
Applied and got accepted to London Study Abroad
Visited St. George with my family
Met new friends, one of which is my second cousin
Went to California with said friends
Calgary flooded to our dismay and I cleaned up some muck
Got my first job at The Home Depot
Almost all my family convened in Canada during July, much fun
Ran Color Me Rad with my sister
Moved to London
Visited southern England and London with my parents
Toured Italy and France
Made fwiends.

That's my year in a nutshell.

I found this list via facebook last week, and since we're on a list roll let's see how I'm doing at this adult thing:

20 Things I Should Be Able to Do Now That I'm 20

Make a great breakfast

I can make a scramble, pancakes, waffles, cereal- but I should expand my reportoire.

Argue Kindly

When I argue at all (I'm scared of it) it's probably kind? I'm not sure. But I'm sure that if I'm arguing I'm trying to prove that I'm right.

Hold a Conversation with Someone of Any Age

I own this.

Parallel Park

I also owned this when I took my driving test, but my skills have since fallen into disrepair.

Defend Your Media Choices

I'm usually embarrased by my lack of copious amounts of cool music, but I have a certain taste. I can defend all my Broadway albums.

Limit Your Online Life

Oh.. gotta work on this.

Approach a Stranger

Yeah, I can say this is a victory of mine. I used to be painfully shy as a kid, and now you would never know.

Stand Up For Yourself

Most of the time, I'm laid back enough not to make a move when I would have need to defend myself, but I can be feisty if I want to.

Say "I Was Wrong"

It's always hard to apologize, but I can say it.

Brew a Great Cup of Coffee or Tea

Nada on the coffee, (I did play a Barista in 12th grade) but I can make a yummy cup of tea.

Tip Generously

Exempting the Italian restaurant last week who's service was severely lacking, I can make it rain when it comes to tips.

Maintain a Mentor

Many of my friends at home are strong married women with children, and they do act as my mentors. I also love my counselor/therapist.

Bite Your Tongue

"Understand when you should go to bat for what you’re thinking and when you can let it go." Working in it!

Stay Well Rested

Also working on this, but I do pretty well.

Respond to Criticisms

Still painful, but can be helpful.

Write a Cover Letter

I wrote a successful resume, so we'll call it good for now.

Be Alone

Own. This.

Recommend a Book, Movie, or Album

Check, check, check

Prioritize the Important over the Urgent

I work on this daily.

Hold on to a Good Friend

I developed this trait after I moved, but I can't say I've been perfect in any way. I have dear friends that I've grown farther apart from, but I do my best and I understand that drifting apart from certain friends is part of life. I love making and keeping friends, they are the best.

Well, well, well. Hello adulthood, hello twenties! Maybe I'll love you as much as I love the twenties- the 1920's. I think I'm gonna rock this.

Love,

the older and wiser,

Megan

P.S. Much thanks to my roommates here! Andi just gave me a shout- out during her presentation. OH warm fuzzies. Decorations, candy, balloons, all around wonderfulness. Tonight we are heading to Covent Garden to eat at Bill's and be marvelous and such. Oh the life.

Bathing in Bath's Beauty

2013-10-08T10:55:00.001-06:00

Not only was Bath beautiful this past weekend, but Stonehenge and Salisbury. They were great even the second time around. We got to Stonehenge early in the morning, and it was much less crowded then when I was there last time which is always much more enjoyable.

windy indie lyfe

{We got to Salisbury to tour the Cathedral around 11. We divided into groups and given tour guides.}
This place will never cease to amaze. It was overcast and gothically gorgeous.

There's Paul our guide in the upper right of the baptismal font.

This is how they test the water level underneath the foundation of the Cathedral, which was built 1000 years ago on a flood plain.

Some Tibetan monks were there by the Magna Carta mediating while creating this amazing and intricate artwork out of grains of sand.

Next stop of the day was Stourhead Gardens... oh la la.

The ice cream truck which contained the best honey comb ice cream was closed.

We all took this picture and they are all gorgeous.

We were sure to recreate this scene. AND BONUS! It down poured for the 20 minutes that we were up at the Temple of Apollo and I had my Lizzie Bennet on.

Classy face....

and sensible shoes. Woe is me.

So after that dream we made our way to Bath. We stayed overnight and spent our Saturday in the city. Friday night we trekked from our hostel into town for dinner. We made it (after climbing a mountainous hill) to Sally Lunn's where I had their famous buns. The restaurant was the oldest in Bath, as in the Romans had an eating site on the same location.

I tried a treacle tart with homemade vanilla bean ice cream and it was divine.

our hostel

On Saturday we went to the Jane Austen Center which was jolly good fun.

(thanks for da photo Jayne :)

We also made it to the Fashion Museum which was a total DREAM.

and finished the day off with the Roman Baths (old, cool and touristy), dinner, and light shopping at Jack Wills. The bus ride home was complete with a viewing of Harry Potter,

and a random hot air balloon.

Now classes are over for the day and I'm off to see The Phantom of the Operrra. Oh London, you.

Love,
MM

(Rich) Provincial Towns

2013-10-06T07:19:00.002-06:00

{I now continue on my recap of our two week trip}

We left Venice early on a Saturday morning. That day was spent driving, driving, and more driving. The highlights of the day included watching Toy Story 3 as a bus, finding crispy m&m's, driving past Morocco, and seeing gorgeous things out the bus window.

That night we arrived in Avignon, France. Half of the group staying in a hostel, the other half stayed in a hotel. I was in the hostel and it was fun- until I had to shower in the flooded bathroom, I was overly tired and my wifi wouldn't work, and I just wanted to chat with my momma. After a little cry in the shower, the wifi worked, I slept and it was a new day. The hostel provided us with a breakfast that included a croissant, a baguette, and juice.

On Sunday we toured the grounds of the Papal Palace and admired the Rhone river valley. (There was also a jet ski competition on the river... it was cool).

We went to church in Avignon, and could only stay until right after the Sacrament. I fumbled through the French hymns but I was happy to give it a try. We again drove the rest of the day and landed that night in Tours. All we saw of that city was the budget hotel. That morning we drove a short while to a gorgeous little provincial town called Amboise.

This chapel on the corner of the castle complex is where Leonardo da Vinci is buried. (My BFF. You will hear more about him later).

This is the result of eating gluten free baguettes.

Next was Château de Chenonceau, a li'l castle to be enjoyed.

After Chenonceau, we drove into Paris! Next up, The City of Lights and the Time I Wrecked My Knee on an Escalator at the Louvre. (Or just Paris)

Love,
MM

New and Improved

2013-10-03T17:37:00.002-06:00

First of all, can I completely gush about my new blog design? Holly is an absolute wizard and whipped this up for me in a day. With just a few more tweaks I'll be all set. Thank you, thank you twinner!

Today involved a full day of school, Shake Shack for lunch, Benito's Bar for dinner (sub-par tacos), and then seeing a performance of A Doll's House which was perfection.

photos of our food- it's what we do.

Off to bed. It's a full two day trip back to the southeast of England in the morning. Stonehenge, Salisbury, Stourhead, and also Bath and more!

Top of the evenin' to you,

Megan

A Week in Review

2013-09-29T16:53:00.001-06:00

Hello all!

It's been quite the week and I wasn't sure I'd be here tonight blogging about it all- I'm ready for bed.

My first full week in London with my group has been filled with excursions, plenty of good food, and plenty of Primark. We also took a day trip to Brighton and also to Virginia Woolf's house. I started classes on Tuesday and have loads of homework to prove it. We also went to St. Paul's Cathedral as a group and I climbed all the way to the tippy-top. I saw The 39 Steps and met a British comedian. Today I went to church in my new ward that I was assigned to and tonight we heard a fireside from a man in the stake who was a little boy in London during WWII. I finished the night off eating my Thai Break leftovers and watching Downton Abbey after a small birthday celebration involving Ben's Cookies. Overall, I'd say it was a very successful week.

dress: thifted.

Talk to you soon loveys,
MM

Ve (ry) nice

2013-09-25T20:00:00.000-06:00

We were only in Venice for but a short time, but we were not short on a good time.

We drove from Cinque Terre on that Thursday and arrived late at night. We got the permit for the coach to enter the city limits, tickets for the people mover, waited to get on the people mover, got off the very short people mover, trekked over three bridges and through the narrow streets to our hotel. Sometime between getting on the first bridge and and getting off, half of my handle disappeared. THAT was an adventure. Once we got to the hotel, there was another massive miscommunication, and if it weren't for my professor, we would have been sleeping back at the train station. The man helping us had quoting Kristin "had his scarf on too tight". Really, he was wearing a full sized scarf as an ascot. We were chatting outside the hotel in the alleyway as a group and he yelled,

"SILENCE! THIS IS NOT YOUR HOME!"

That is now a running joke, for good reason.

passing the time like normal people do

Body bags, playing the waiting game in the lobby

We made it into the hotel, and the next day we hit the ground running! Photo dump.

People everywhere.

The best 3 euro pizza I ever had.

Did you know Venice is known for their lace?

smirkin' eatin more gelato

That night featured a gondola ride. The best 20 minutes with our driver Antonio, who claims, " I was born on a gondola."

Saturday morning we left for a day in the bus. We drove all the way to Avignon, France. I was happy and sad to leave Italy. I have my Grazie and Prego down pat.

Love,
MM

Mediterrean Gem

2013-09-25T08:00:00.000-06:00

Something wonderful happened. Between Florence and Venice, Cinque Terre happened.
Pinterest has nothing on this wonderful oasis of pesto pizza.
Speaking of that pesto pizza, I would eat that pizza if I had only one day to live.
Get ready for 18 photos of one of the world's perfect places!
(Side note- I was a few days into the Black Plague cold so I was pulling a full smoker's voice by this point.)

Okay, I've seen so many adorable matching retired tourist couples so far.

Hey ocean! How ya doin!

Meet Kristmas. <3 her.

THE PIZZA feat. my NOT silver ring the lady in the market sold me.

A.hoy.

Ciao bella. Venice is next! Featuring the broken suitcase and the iconic gondola ride.

<3 MM

A Frenzy in Firenze

2013-09-24T21:00:00.000-06:00

The title is misleading, Florence was a welcome respite.
(By the way, pretty much all my pictures are Hipstamatic. If that makes me an illegitimate blogger, in the words of King Triton "SO BE IT!")

To sum of Florence:

-We hung out with the Medici's at their palace. (well.. on the outside)
-The Duomo is the prettiest building in all the land.
-Being caught in a rainstorm is the best thing. (for one, street vendors actually sell useful products. My umbrella is holdin up real great.)
-Leonardo's Gelato was the best gelato I had in Italy.
-The Uffizi Gallery is something special.
-I slept the worst in our hostel for various reasons- one being a top bunk akin to a small earthquake everytime you move.
-I finally ate real vegetables after all that random food in Rome.
-You will spend all of your money at the market.
-I had the best pesto pasta in the market at Cafe Nerbone.
-Florence will take your heart and steal it all over the place.

This is your soul smiling when you first see the Duomo.

cool dudes conversing

dolla dolla bill

little art everywhere

Oh Florence you perfect little place.

-MM

Rome- a Dream and a Nightmare

2013-09-24T09:25:00.000-06:00

Oh what to say about the land of Lizzie McGuire.
Since I first saw the movie on May 2, 2003, (yes, I remember the exact day and yes I have a quiet celebration every year on the anniversary. It was/is that important to me) I had high expectations of Rome, the eternal city. I did not read the travel guide.

I had envisioned something like this:

posin with my boi

Meeting a look-a-like and fulfilling performance dreams in front of the Italian masses

botched photoshop job but look at that Vespa

And all around looking like I own the place.

Now I will compare and contrast.

Bugs in my bed at the hotel by the Stansted airport (also going to bed at 2 am and waking up at 5 for our flight)

(Plus side- my roommate that first night is now my homegirl hot diggity.)

Saturday

Our flight to Rome was on Ryanair- offically the worst airline in the world.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Exhibit C
I could finish the whole alphabet if I had the time.
Me personally, I had to pay £60 to check my carryon bag because it was "too big". They singled us out in the line to get onto the plane and had me try to fit my bag in the already small measurer. It didn't fit, and I had no time to adjust my things any further before the flight was going to take off. I had spent all summer thinking about packing light for this two week trip, and I was upset when I essentially failed and had to pay. Turns out Ryanair could be the devil's airline, so I 'm over it.

The first ever denim club- makin' friends.

I saw plenty of obelisks. Those conquerers!

Stepping on the Spanish Steps. (which were kind of average, I must admit)

THE TREVI!

See this gelato? This gelato caused a group of 14 of us to be lost in the streets of Rome at night for an hour or more, including being followed by three creepers. All of this happened on the same, long, sweaty, amazing day.

Sunday

This restaurant was my first real meal since Friday morning and it (the water especially. Did I mention it was around 70-95% humidity the whole time we were there? and I've never been in that kind of humidity ever? and we were walking probably 20,000 steps a day? Thus spawned our official hashtag #cardiowithheather) was delicious.

I ordered an apparently legitimate seafood risotto. Look at his little claws!

A girl from back home was starting her mission (As in first ward, first week) in the ward we visited- so that was crazy and good!

On Sunday we saw four stellar churches. Stellar.

We saw the Pantheon on the third try on Monday night, but Sunday was the 2nd attempt.

Rome had a serious advertising campaign for this place.

Monday

aka "The Vatican is___" (fill in awe and/or complaint)

With some lovely ladies in the ridiculous and mesmerizing St. Peter's Basilica.

Sweaty, tired, hot, infamous building in background selfie.

THE SCHOOL OF ATHENS ! !

crowded with tourists and hot but what wait hold on.. see the iPad to my left? See the mathematicians painted by Raphael? Also working on an iPad. Okay I am dying. This is hilarious. And there are two fellow tourist bowing their heads behind me. Can you tell I just finished my first art history class? Here I am dissecting everything.

Never ending LINES.

Here I am in our second hotel (after miscommunication) that ended up with a sweet view. We spent all of our extra time (which was little) eating gelato and talking on the balcony.
Look! A bit of a tan forming! Miracles.

Finally inside the Pantheon. So unreal!

The last night in Rome we took a walk, saw the most gorgeous sunset, and some famous buildings.

Single Ladies Metro life

Tuesday

A visit to the Galleria Borghese

(Look up the sculptor Bernini. Love him.)

I miss my Jack.

A few of us (including our English professor) took a visit to the cemetery where Keats is buried- it was probably the prettiest cemetery I've ever seen.

and then we ran back to meet our group at the apartments, I grabbed a delicious pizza sandwich, it dripped down both sides of my shirt (I still need stain remover) and we landed on a coach that would take us to FLORENCE!

So, thus ends the Rome saga. Glad to see the place, glad to never see it again any time soon.

Love,
MM

P.S. I may appear in some of this footage. The girls in my group are the most amazing for compiling and creating these videos! Love 'em.

The Rest of London

2013-09-22T11:30:00.001-06:00

I'm back!
{I'm so happy to have my laptop again, and boy do I have some catching up to do.
I just returned to London last night after a two week trip through Italy and France.
I was able to see so many incredible things, but it was the most rigorous two weeks of my life I think!
I'm hoping to post about each place this next week. Each post will have to been abbreviated if I want to get it all done in time before classes start!}

Today's post is all about the rest of the week with my parents in London. We stayed for a few nights at Bailey's Millenium Hotel in South Kensington. It was a dream. It was across the street from Glochester Station. We were upgraded to another room for free, and it was on the top floor on the corner. I felt like I was living in Mary Poppins.

(The backside of the hotel)

We saw Matilda Thursday night. What a gem. What a dream! I definitely recommend it.

After Matilda we hit up Shake Shack in Covent Garden. I tried the peanut butter- liked it. Any other recommendations?

Okay back to our hotel. This was from the Friday, the day I met with my group.
I had to pull a Mary Crowley on this staircase.
Speaking of Downton, may I mention season 4 starts TONIGHT?
It's happening.

This lobby was a part of my life.

We also visited The National Gallery one afternoon and I got to see a bit more of the city. Afterwards we walked to a restaurant called Leon which sells goods directly from the heavens. I'm a fan.

Then we walked around some more!

How cute are they?

Here's a totally normal phonebooth photo.

I'll be back!
Okay bye.

-Megan

Dear London, {Day One}

2013-09-04T16:12:00.000-06:00

Hello to my new city, it is fine to meet you.
We drove in this morning from the southwest and I navigated us (with a little help from my dad) through the streets, past my new neighborhood, and back to our hotel. This city is hoppin'. It's has a similar feel to New York so far, minus the skyscrapers, wider roads and dirty subways. I think I'll let the pictures do most of the talking.

{Leaving our hotel in Amesbury}

The sculpture man outside our window- we had a butt view.

Oy, an annoying selfie for the kicks of it.

Now in London!

This hotel is fantastical. It is one of the oldest surviving hotels in all of London, dating back to 1876. Wait until you see the interior..

Black and white and my love all over.

My little nest for the next two nights.

This sink is my dream.

After settling in we set off to the Hyde Park Chapel for a visit, and then into Hyde Park. My dad and I rented the city bikes (Boris bikes) and scooted around the park for a little bit. Man, people are fearless when it comes to path crossing and riding and driving. Things get a little bit crazy!

I <3 Albert

Gatsby time

I ate this delicious feast on the second level of Whole Foods in Kensington. What a delight, that store.

My inaugural tube ride- I love it.

And here are a few more interior photos I was talking about-

The details I tell you!

I sat in the bar (oh risqué) and a banana smoothie while trying to get the wi-fi (unsuccessful) but a French waiter assisted me and called me Madame so I can't complain. Now I'm in the lobby listening to strange techno while being surrounded by the furniture of my dreams- quite the contradiction.

So far, London, you have made an impression. I may be extremely intimidated, but I think I can get the hang of things. I've never before been in a city where everywhere you look you can find something interesting and his.tor.ic. It's grounding, you know? Knowing the building I'm in has stood the test of time and oh it's late and I think I'll save the rest of my thoughts for later. I think I better jump on the lift and scurry into bed!

With love from London,
Megs

Ode to the English Countryside

2013-09-03T17:00:00.000-06:00

Hello from Amesbury!

I'm officially in England. How crazy is this?

I've waited for what seems like ages and bam here I am.

My parents and I flew from Calgary at 7:30 pm on Sunday and we arrived here at 11 am Monday morning. I never really slept on the plane so I was a bit of a grumpy yet grateful sight. I felt better once I had changed and refreshed myself a bit. You can see that the voice in my head is trying to be a bit more British. Out here in the countryside I find myself uber self-conscience whenever I speak! It's like "Oh lookie here, a lousy 'murican."

Let's see if four months here will do the trick.

So after picking up our rental car, and my dad brilliant getting the hang of driving standard and on the left side of the road, (which is WACKYTOWN I tell you) we made it to Highclere Castle, home of my Downton Abbey thoughts and dreams. Tickets were apparently sold out online but they had them at the gate (Along with plenty of 65+ tour groups).

Thus begins my selfies with classically elderly buildings. #oldfamousbuildingselfie

Just me, the servant, lining up to greet the incoming visitor.

Everyone, the inside was absolutely gorgeous. And guess what? No photography allowed. Good thing there are three full seasons so far of interior footage. My favorite room? The drawing room. The seafoam silk covered walls really do a number on me. One thing I didn't expect was the collection of amazing objects inside. The furniture, namely, are exquisite. There is a desk in there that belonged to Napoleon Bonaparte! There was also a 18th century Chinese tea case, among others. Oh I just loved it. We also got to see the collection of Egyptian artifacts in the basement. Highclere+Me=BFF'S

Today we woke up after sleeping a full night, ate an English breakfast at Harvester's, and drove right on over to the oldest world heritage site that was in the neighborhood.

Hey Stonehenge!

Hah, nice try Megan.

After enjoying our stay and learning some things about ancient ruins, we made it to Salisbury. What a lovely provincial town! (does the term poor provincial town also apply to adorable British towns- or just French ones?) We parked in the car park, walked around and basked in the quaintness of everything, and looked at the market.

My dad entertained himself by looking at the construction sight while my mom and I bought dollhouse furniture.)

We spotted it! The main event!
(Spotting each famous site we come to is like being the first one to see the Matterhorn at Disneyland.)

Everyone, meet your new, best, old gothic friend, the Salisbury Cathedral. What a beaut.

My parents said they wanted to be memorialized like this too.

I also said I would add a statue like this of my father and...

have Jack at his feet.

We dined at the Greengages Cafe in Salisbury where they had delicious gluten free sandwiches. I had the bacon, brie, and cranberry one.

Afterwards, we drove to Stourhead Garden and took an evening walk.

looking out the grotto

What a lovely first two days of my adventure. I'm so happy to be here! Things are new, sometimes strange, home is far away, but every day is new and exciting so what more could I ask for?

Well, London is tomorrow, so I think that is a perfect request. I'm constantly reminding myself to enjoy the moment. Enjoy and relish each place even though you may be looking forward to the next one more. I'll get the hang of it eventually.

Cheers loves!

MM

An anniversary of some sort.

2013-08-19T21:20:00.000-06:00

This time of year (the middle end of August) marks the time of my second major manic episode. It's basically first major, since right after that I was diagnosed. This year marks three years! From that glum day that September I would never have imagined what I have been through since, and I never would have asked for it. I can say that I have learned some lessons. I can say that we all are given adversity, and this happens to be mine. I can also say that no matter how dark and tattered the world appears, that vision never lasts. Beauty and light can always make it through, just given a little time.

No exaggeration, some of the times during these past three years have been down right bleak and cold and terrifying. They have also been humiliating and disorienting. I have the ability to become someone completely different from who I am during certain weeks and months, (not in the cool super hero kind of way) and that sure does take its toll. Living with this version of a mental illness affects your every day, every year for the rest of your life. The bright side of this kind of life sentence is that I can live my life. Its a different version of the life I may have envisioned, but it's just as beautiful and blessed as I could conjure in my dreams of an every day life.

I got my pills, I got my psychologist, I have my psychiatrist, and my humans (family, friends) who love me. I do also have my worries and regrets, but those I am negotiating with.

I have never really directly blogged on this subject, but I have often thought about it. I hope by being a little more vocal about it, and by giving my experience, I can hopefully find more of those who have shared a similar plight, and we can commiserate/celebrate together.

Yes, I am Megan. I have bipolar disorder. I am not bipolar (that's not a thing- remember that). I'm fortunate enough to rarely have to deal with depression, but I'm getting familiar with maniacal spectacles, as I have had four. I ingest three pills a day, (seven if you count them acne ones) and I go about my business. That business being party rocking, mainly.

I happened upon this post and it touched my soul. Touched my soul, in the wow-finally-I've-found-words-to-illustrate-feelings-I-never-thought-I-could-illustrate way.
(At first I was confused, I thought it was a bunch of gorgeous honey suckle recipes) but one part of a paragraph really stood out to me-

"But I found if I do what I can & never say nasty things about myself, it just passes. It's weather. Summer storms."

(My small quotation can do but little justice. She is such a beautiful storyteller. Now I truly hope this isn't copyright infringement. It was just too too lovely and special not to share.)

It's just weather. Summer storms. The weather changes, just as seasons do, with each new one bringing about a new view.

via

It just so happens that I'll always have my view from the ledge of bipollaire*.

*a loving term I came up with to improve upon the clinical, sterile sounding word bipolar.

bipollaire. French for crazy fabulous.

Love,
Megan Marie