The Bridge to Bliss

It's officially the end of week 7. I know it's cliché, but where has the time gone?! I can't believe that I've called this city home for over a month. And within the next few weeks, all the things I'm doing here will be mere memories. But I won't rush it. 2016 taught me a lot about the dangers of rushing, impatience, and that need to just know . 2017 is dedicated to trusting the process, and dancing in the hallway.  That Emerson guy might've been onto something... I don't have many words for you this week, but I would love your thoughts on the words I've recently written for Citrine Magazine , an indie publication for Black femmes interested in culture, art and tech. I wrote about some of the experiences I've had in Buenos Aires thus far, and my thoughts surrounding them as a Black woman. Read the essay here.  I also wrote about some of my stress surrounding graduation, post-grad life, and living happily on the blog this week. Sometime

Monday started another week of shuffling through LinkedIn, Glassdoor, Jopwell and other various job boards. Another week of sending my resumé out into a black hole and crossing my fingers that this would be the "one." Monday started another week of asking for grace so that I would no longer have to dread hearing that "so, what are your plans for after graduation?" question. Luckily, Monday didn't end the way it started. Pictured: Me, without a single worry about deadlines or cover letters Usually when I take a Facebook break, the result is a couple of laughs and more than a couple of eye rolls. So when I clicked 'enter' on the domain and the familiar blue hue illuminated my face, I expected nothing different. "You have memories from this day," a notification informed me. I clicked the notification and was led to a video that I had posted back in 2011. Play. It began with text "Sierra Lanae on...Accessories!" and background m

Welcome back, all! Wow...I can't believe I been living in Argentina for more than a month now. What do I even say to describe this experience? It's truly been a whirlwind experience so far. I've gathered in crowds of 100+ people, and I've enjoyed the solace of sitting alone my apartment. I've gobbled down traditional Argentine eats such as empanadas and medialunas (croissants), and I've found hidden jewels of Meditteranean food, Indian food, and even Creole food. I've found speaking in Spanish a breeze some days, while other days I get so frustrated with my (in)ability to communicate that I just want to lay in my bed and cry. The most important thing about all of this is, no matter the intensity of the ups and downs, I give myself the space to process and I push forward. It's become so easy to over-analyze every step of our respective journeys that we get stuck and don't go anywhere. Man, I really messed up back there. Gotta spend the next wee

This week? Nothin much. But here are some photos! #BeAPineapple Took this shot with a timer on my Nikon. The year of the Rooster! Let's get it! What can I say? This week I didn't do much more than chillax. It's the porteño way. XoXo -Si