When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which Emma kind of goes on a rant, basically.
In which Emma writes about why it’s really hard for her to not bring up the formal wear store Frills and Fancies in every conversation, and also talks about her cats, duh.
She doesn’t even go here!
In which Emma wraps up her two-part year-in-review post and puts 2012, finally, to bed. Also there’s some important information about cats and hair accessories here.
In which Emma examines the mind of Graduate School Emma, who, because she didn’t appreciate Jack Gilbert, clearly had lost her mind.
In which Emma gets all deep and introspective and stuff about love and life and loss and so forth.
In which Emma makes the huge confession that she likes to take pictures, and not just with words. Shhhh.
In which Emma explains why she isn’t a poet and why she has a particular attachment to hideous house-dresses.
In which Emma advocates for a new Web sport: Extreme Eastwooding.