Wanderlust

I guess it's time for the obligatory introduction-type blog post, where I talk about myself and my life up until this point. I've never been able to give any type of quick rundown about my history without rattling off the list of places I've lived, starting with where I was born: Edmonton, Alberta. (Canada.) Then my parents bought a bed and breakfast in Sedona, Arizona when I was 8 (in 1998), so we moved there. Then there was a brief jaunt up to Oregon in the winter of 2002, followed by a seven-year stay in Bella Vista, Arkansas, where we still live. And of course, there's Bryn Mawr, where I currently go to college. I charted the trajectory of my life for the very purpose of this blog:

The only interesting thing to say about my current home, Bella Vista, is that it's a bedroom community for Bentonville, Arkansas, home of the Wal-Mart Corporation's first store and corporate HQ. As such, the area is a strange mix of old farms and the people whose families have owned them for generations, recent immigrants, and the many, many people necessary to run a multinational corporation. A fitting embodiment for this is my high school; it's the largest in the state, almost entirely new, with a huge new addition and a new $10 million stadium. Across the street is a small field that contains a dilapidated barn, and on occasion, cows.

Other than that, I can't think of much to say. I love animals, and I worked at my local animal shelter the summer after my freshman year here at Bryn Mawr. My music taste is really eclectic - just ask my poor friend who borrowed my mp3 player at the gym tonight. She didn't stop making strange faces at me all night. I also love really bad television. Really. I watch the Vampire Diaries, and Degrassi: The Next Generation, and just about anything ABC Family or Lifetime of SyFy airs. One of the offenders in the bad television category was actually the inspiration for the name of this blog. The Best Years is a show that airs on The N, lately absorbed into TeenNick, about an orphan named Samantha Best who gets a full scholarship to a private university and manages to get into all sorts of ridiculous scrapes, including witnessing someone's drunken (and fatal) fall of a roof that she and her friends allow everyone to think was a suicide. And that was only the first night of freshman orientation.

So, when I arrived at Bryn Mawr and discovered one friend in particular who shared my terrible, horrendous, embarrassing taste in entertainment (Brittney), and we decided that if we could make our own show, we would make it about life at a women's college, and call it The Better Years, because, well, our years were obviously going to better than Best's. Hopefully, this blog will end up being a catalog of those good (better?) years.