Up until a few weeks ago, I couldn’t even tell you the last time I was able to enjoy one of the greatest gifts of our modern world - a breakfast sandwich. I’m serious. You can’t say that eating a BEC (Bacon, Egg, and Cheese) doesn’t bring you an immeasurable amount of happiness after sleeping in on a Saturday morning. It’s the simple things like this that I miss the most, but, because of Squirrel & The Bee, I no longer have to be excessively nostalgic about the days of eating breakfast sandwiches. Now, it’s a reality.
You’ve probably seen me raving about Squirrel & The Bee on my Instagram, but this place is so special to me that they rightfully deserved an entire blog post. If you haven’t seen me freaking out about their PB&J brownies and PERSONAL CAKES IN A JAR (yes, all caps was necessary, I told you I tend to freak out about it), now you will.
I haven't written a personal blog post in a while. A lot has happened recently and I've found myself struggling to put it all into words, which is weird because I'm a writer. That's what I'm supposed to be able to do best.
I guess that there right is the problem. Lately, I’ve been pretty hard on myself.
I’m back at school now for my senior year of college. Everyone around me is drinking 24/7. Okay, I know that’s an exaggeration, we obviously go to class (Hi Mom), but that’s what it feels like. Everyone is ordering Dominos at 3 in the morning when they get back from the bars and I’m sitting there eating a banana and trying to make light of the situation but also wishing that, just for once, I could be normal too and eat a slice of really, really bad pizza.