When I was in college, my dad was a guest lecturer – yes, I was that kid – and one of the things he told my class stuck with me all of these years, ‘I learned more in my first 6 months of work than I learned in four years of school.’
I have swam at the Gandy beach, eaten grouper, spent the day at Disney, drank at the sandbar but in the two years I have lived in Florida, I have yet to see an alligator in the wild. So this raises the question is, am I true Floridian? Not yet.
What if my niche is just being Rachie?
How do people just become adults and act like this is totally normal. This is so WEIRD! How do you expect me to spend four years partying, drinking, flirting, taking tests while drunk, and just being reckless in general ALL ON MY DADS DIME and then it’s like ‘oh hey go work for eight hours a day and use ALL of your money to survive off shitty store brand bread.’ This is literally the epitome of adulthood.
I was going to write about something pertaining to work and acquaintances but my failed run made me think otherwise.
It was late at night and everyone knows that any idea past midnight hastily comes into fruition.
What better time to look back on the year than the unofficial start of the summer, the first long weekend of the pandemic, the phase one of opening back up.
About half an hour south of the Skyway, just outside of Bradenton in the small town of Waterbury, FL is the u-pick sunflower fields of Hunsander Farms!
I may not be getting poolside service and having my every need waited on by hunky men supplying an endless amount of alcohol but I live in the Tampa Bay, people pay to vacation here! I know ‘Florida Man’ has essentially ruined the state in everyone’s eyes, but we have Disney.
People always seem to think that dating a vegetarian/vegan is such a fucking sacrifice, when it is not!