A Thought on Living in the Moment

Living in the moment can be hard. Especially when we are constantly connected. But today I found myself on a boat in Vancouver, whale-watching and realized “holy shit! I didn’t think I would ever be doing this!” And here I am with my best friends seeing whales. Actual whales. And not to forget that the background is the ocean, mountains and city. It is the most gorgeous landscape I have ever seen and sometimes we forget to take these moments to appreciate what we have and spend way to long attempting to capture that moment for others, that we forget to savior the moment for ourselves. 

This moment has made me greatful, and so glad I came with these people and have the ability to see what we have seen. 

Don’t let yourself spend so much time trying to get the perfect shot, completely forgetting that to take a moment to look for yourself. Without the viewfinder. 

Oh and since I didn’t get one good shot of a whale, here is one our tour guide took:  

Back to School as Told by Dwight Schrute.

Dwight Schrute is my favourite character from NBC’s the Office, and it just happens that his character exemplifies how I feel about going back to school.

So summer is almost over….

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…and you have to decide which of your personalities to introduce yourself with.

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When your professor starts sending emails before school starts.

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When you have to introduce yourself to the class.200_s-4

When you manage to have no 8ams.

 

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When there are sales on school supplies.

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When your professor assigns readings assigned before the class starts.

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When homecoming is around the corner.

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Ignoring your problems like

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But overall school means you get to see your friends again.
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Good luck! -B.

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream…

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream…

…for ice cream (unless you are dairy free). It is summer, and in the summer many of us like enjoy the occasional cone. And after a few too many trips to the parlour I have realized how predictable flavour choices are to the people who buy them.

A 100%* accurate list of ice cream flavours and the type of person who buys each.

*in my opinion

Bubble Gum/ Cotton Candy: any child, or any adult who doesn’t mind blue teeth.

 

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Maple Pecan: any old person (aka my dad, my grandma). I don’t understand what part of this ice cream they like so much… the artificial maple or the soggy nut-chunks?

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Be Whole. Be You.

Moose Tracks: a Canadian classic. the type of person I want to be around (also my favourite).

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Cookies and Cream: You know what you like and stick to it.

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Healthy Food For Living.

Cookie Dough: an ice cream connoisseur, willing to take risks, as no cookie dough ice cream is alike.

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Blendtec

Strawberry, Vanilla, Chocolate: the ol’ faithful, indecisive fall back. When in doubt, go plain.

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Listal

Rocky Road/ Heavenly Hash: you are a little nuts, but you have a soft side.

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popsugar.com

Tiger Tail: I am a lover of all ice creams. That being said, I don’t consider this disgrace an ice cream. So tiger tail is to me what Trump is to the world.

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Celebration Generation

Soft Serve: boo, boring. This person either has no teeth or is extremely uninteresting. Exhibit A:

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Gelato: oh you are cultured aren’t you.

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Netflix

What type of ice cream do you like?

A Letter to My 17-Year Old Self.

A Letter to My 17-Year Old Self.

At the age of 17 I moved out, went to university and experienced the largest change in my life yet. Now I am 22. And I feel like I have 5 years worth of experience to reflect on.


 

Dear Brittany,

For starters, Moving out makes you scared and unsure. You are going to university as the next step in your life because you don’t really know what you want to do. And that is okay.

However, you may not like what you thought you did, and you may learn that you did things for the entirely wrong reasons. (Like picking a program because even though you did poorly in it in high school, you really enjoyed it.)

Things aren’t as easy as they are in high school. Your life isn’t mapped out for you and motivation is a process you need to learn.

You will be able to meet lots of people and make many new friends. They won’t all be a good fit, but compared to the small town you are from, it is a lot easier to move around the people you don’t get along with.

OH and money, it may seem like the scholarships are ever flowing, but they are not. So perhaps try and save a bit of money while you are at it. Loans add up, and you don’t want to be the sorry sack of shit (me) that didn’t save a dime for/in school.

Also, parties come and go, you won’t be forgotten because you missed a party and decided to stay in. Nor should you feel left out or regret it. You need to take time to yourself and relax, but also get work done. It won’t do itself and if you are deciding between doing an assignment or going out to the pub, you may be better off at home.

Don’t rush things, your time at school is short and it will fly by, don’t constantly wish yourself to be past this stage of your life because eventually you will find that you wished those years away. University is safe and you should enjoy each step as you are experiencing them. (Live in the moment??)

Overall, despite the unease, you will make your way through school and all you need to do is take a leap of faith and trust that even if your life doesn’t go where you thought it would, you will find your way.

Experiences make you strong, so have no regrets.

-Brittany

Summer School: A Story of Survival

Summer School: A Story of Survival

So you made the decision to take classes through the summer, you figured it would be a great use of time until:

  1. All of your friends are enjoying their summer and you are in a classroom.
  2. Not to mention there is no AC at the school in the summer.
  3. And the classes are accelerated, so you are just trying to make it to the end.
  4. No one wants to be there, so you are all bitter together.
  5. You run out of money, because you are trying to “focus on your school work”.
  6. You spend the dog days inside writing term papers.
  7. You want to do fun things, but deadlines and meetings ruin any chance of that.
  8. You are sad that none of your friends are around on campus, but then turn into Dwight Schrute when the school is all of a sudden busy.tenor.gif
  9. During the school year, you can console yourself with the thought that everyone is in school, then April hits and you tell yourself “at least the high school kids are still in school”. But then July hits and you and your fellow summer school mates are an island. Just hoping someone sees your flares.halp2theremix
  10. For months you tell yourself you will get it all done in the summer..but you don’t.
  11. TBA

Who is Brittany Melton?

Who is Brittany Melton?

The specimen in question, she is spotted leaving her apartment every few days. Many ask (well many may be a slight over exaggeration) who this IS Brittany Melton? And I am here to tell you…

She is a dancer who was never professionally trained.

She love her plants more than anything else.

She drinks wine while cooking in order to feel like Amy Adams in Julie and Julia.

She enjoys travel, but can hardly afford it.

She loves laying in bed and binge watching the Office.

She is a forever student, she is almost twenty three and still studying.

She is unfit, hasn’t workout in years.

She owns every Frank Sinatra album on vinyl.

Her bedroom aesthetic is her top priority.

She carefully watches the weird mole on her right foot.

She has a killer sense of humour, in the sense that it could probably kill, she is quite mean.

She is a real every woman, striving to be that relatable, quirky voice you read on your lunch break.

She enjoys writing in the third person, a true qween, because Brittany Melton is me, hi.

My Favourite Day

My Favourite Day

It’s ya girl, coming at you from her apartment, she is home, but her heart still longs to be on vacation. So instead of sharing all of my days on my blog, I figured I would save my journals for me, but share some of the highlights. So the first of these: my favourite day.


My favourite day in Budapest was perhaps the most unusual, it was my fifth day there and up until this day we had been doing the more tourist-y sights in the city, and today was different.

As with the rest of my trip, I let my friend Tom make all of the plans, as the leading tour guide/local for my time in the city. Every once in a while I would be charged with the task of making small decisions, such as the type of food we would eat or whether or not we should stay in or go out. This day was no exception, this day was all at the hand of Tom’s guide. I believe he had heard about the chairlift from a friend and that was enough- we were off with some directions in hand.

We had to tram across the city, from the centre to the Northern corner. But I found this an exciting part of the experience, I was ushered around to places I am unfamiliar with and upon arriving I was always faced with a great experience, each better than the last.

This day exemplifies this, as this city is filled with beautiful lookout points, this was the hardest to get to. First a tram to the station, then a 45 minute bus ride through Buda and up Buda Hill. I may be one of the few, but I find taking transportation to be a great part of the experience, as it gives you the time to relax and see the city. In this case, it offered us a chance to see the residential side of Buda, with large houses and vast gardens. It was something that you may assume doesn’t exist if you spend your time in the city centre. Plus, the bus did half the work for us, bringing us up the hill, so we didn’t have to walk it. A great plus when the person you are traveling with is equally as lazy and slightly hungover as you are. Which brings us to the chair lift, or “Zugligeti Libego”, which was an unexpected experience. As we arrived at the chairlift we bought our return tickets for our trip up and back down, but I quickly realized that this was more than we bargained for, we were quickly scooted up onto the lift and forced into a 1040m lift up the side of the hill. Photo Apr 23, 9 14 25 AM.jpg             This, though simple, was a lot of fun. Well at least for a little while. Tom and I are both scared of heights and were greeted by a great challenge of fear vs. laziness in our decision to ride up instead of walking. It was so different from everything we had previously done and although scary, it was really funny and entertaining to watch Tom squirm in his seat as the lift bumped and slowed. Photo Apr 23, 9 24 39 AM.jpg

By the time we were nearing the top, we began to see snow, if that is any indication of how high we were. When we arrived, we hopped off the lift and vowed to find a different way down. From there we were on our way up, yes, more up than the 500m we had already gone. After walking up a little further you are greeted by a lookout point better known as “Erzebet Kilato”. This is the highest lookout yet, it is a small castle-like building with four levels. However, as we reached the top, it began to snow. That didn’t stop me from continuing on the theme of “facing my fears” and going to the top level while barely surviving being blown right off by the wind and snow. We wandered around, but there wasn’t a whole lot going on up there, and as it had been decided that we wouldn’t be taking the chairlift back down, we set off to find our alternate way down.  IMG_6295 copyPhoto Apr 23, 9 38 08 AM.jpg

Instead we took a nice long walk through the forest to find our alternate way down- the children’s railway. But first a small hike, where I found myself constantly hoping we were going the right way. A 200m walk became no less than 1.4km. But the walked offered us a new break from the city and it’s smells. We took in the sights and smells of the hill as we made our way to the railway.

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Finding the railway was like finding Narnia, it is a small building hidden in the forest with a few children playing on the tracks. (I guess here I should explain that the railway wasn’t made for children, but was made by and run by children). So here we found another delightfully weird experience. Being ushered onto the train by young children in uniforms who take their job extremely seriously. The ride down was more comfortable, we rode through the hills, with views of the countryside and the city as well as journey through the green surroundings.

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Once at the bottom we rode back to the city. At this point the sun was already beginning to set. We headed back to the apartment where we stayed until Tom’s phone had enough power to go on and from there we went out for dinner.

We made our way back to the Buda side of the city for dinner to a cozy grill place, which was a great change from the Italian-Hungarian places that we had been eating at. (the most popular food style here). Here is where I realized how good of a day I had, I was tired, but in a good way and I was in good company. Yes, it was simple and nothing typically exciting happened, but it was good. A nice change from the super populated city, filled with many random experiences and new views. We chatted over dinner about our day and it was comfortable and relaxed, a feeling that I hadn’t really felt since arriving. And this feeling stretched over how I was feeling in the city, comfortable, relaxed, excited. The city’s weird secret places make it a trip for the books and this day especially.

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The evening was no exception, we took tram #2 along the Danube to see the beautifully lit castle hill by night. Budapest is strange, its busy, populated and has a crazy night life but it is also home to many great attractions that they put on display by night for everyone to see. We ended the night like any friends hangout- watching Grease in the apartment. Once again, I realize that this may seem too simple to be part of my favourite day, but this is a small privilege that our cross border friendship lacked, being able to just chill together and watch movies. So there you have it, my favourite day. By the way, the simplicity of this day doesn’t mean my other days were boring, but in its casual nature triumphs over the rest. However, there are many other exciting experiences to share yet!